Over the next few weeks Zinger watched Torpedo closely. Nobody remembered Mr. Mitorpid. Zinger wondered if he had dreamed him. Torpedo was a dream pledge--totally devoted to the frat. The frat was his life. Torpedo was smart too, he was in college on a full scholarship. Torpedo lived for skating though. He was awesome at it, he was always impressing the bros with his moves. The other thing he lived for was sex--he couldn't get enough of it! He was doing it all the time, always bringing the hottest guys around to fuck him raw.
Torpedo had clearly taken a fancy to Zinger, which was understandable, but Zinger had treasured the Little Brother-Big Brother trust. This was becoming a problem though. Zinger was starting to fall for Torpedo. He became obsessed with him, thinking of him all the time, jacking himself off all night imagining Torp's body lying next to his.
So imagine his surprise when one night, when he was doing just that, Torpedo snuck into his room.
"Zing, you up?"
"Uh--" Zinger quickly dropped his hands and pulled up his boxers. "Yeah man. What's up."
"I need to talk to you."
"Any time bro."
Torpedo came and sat close to Zinger, and Zinger's heart started beating faster. What was going to happen?"
"Zinger, I--"
"Yes?" Zinger said eagerly.
"I have a problem."
Zinger was crestfallen. "What is it?"
"I dunno man. I just have this nagging in the back of my mind, it's been there and it's been growing stronger and stronger. You see all my life I've felt sort of inadequate. You know, it's cool to be like, the cute sk8r kid, but I'm so sick of always being the flirty bottom. You know? I feel like a girl. I don't even WANT to fuck anyone, I don't even want to top. I just wish I felt less wimpy all the time."
"But you're a badass skater!"
"I know, but I just want to try that jock lifestyle sometime, you know? Stop being so smart and so manipulative all the time. I dunno. I wish I didn't have that responsibility on my shoulders."
And suddenly Zinger saw the old Mr. Mitorpid shining through. He realized that Torpedo had the same feelings as Mr. Mitorpid. He wanted to be a big jock, not a little skater bottom boy, even if he was hot. Zinger had tried to make Mr. Mitorpid's life better but he realized now he'd only condemned him to go through life with the same complex. He had to set things right.
"You know, I have some advice for you man. First though I'm gonna score you a beer."