Zinger went upstairs to the attic again. It was sort of creepy at night when everyone was asleep. He found the room with the keg in it, and he set his glass on the floor. He reached for the pump but couldn't begin pumping. Something was holding him back.
He realized, as tears ran down his face, that he truly had fallen in love with Torp--not just because of the beer but because the new Torp was everything he'd ever wanted in a guy. He was perfect. If he gave him this beer Torp would become everything he never wanted him to be.
But Torp's happiness was more important. Zinger started pumping.
Almost as soon as he started pumping hte beer, he started pumping his cock. "Torpedo is a totally hot gay jock top... Torpedo is a total stud... Torpedo is fucking tall, and his body is awesome, ripped and huge, and his cock is a monster sex machine... Torpedo is a god of sex, he can top any ass... Torpedo is a football god, QB, that's why they call him Torpedo... he's cocky and arrogant, aggressive and the king jock of campus..."
Then Zinger came with an amazing force into the cup. He couldn't remember what sort of changes he'd made for Torp, but he knew that the new Torpedo would be a happier torpedo.