Bo leg’s were spread wide. He leaned away from the pillows behind him, his long, muscular neck leaning forward to watch as he dug three fingers into his flexing hole. His spotted hips rolled to drive the fingers slightly deeper into his body. His pleasured groan was subtle and inviting as the hyena said, “Oh yeah, baby…”

	It was still kind of surreal for Tommy to watch his elementary school best friend put on shows like this. Not that he was judging him, of course. It would be pretty hypocritical to judge him for not wearing pants in front of his computer while his own were discarded into the corner. He tugged on his member with his eyes focused on the way the hole was gripping down on his former friend’s fingers. He’d never really seen it before he’d subscribed to this stream, hadn’t thought about Bo in years, even. The idea came to him, once, to try reaching out to his old friend in one of these streams or even a private message. Would that be creepy? Even if he said something like, “Hey, it’s Tommy from Middle School. Just wanted to say that you seem like you’re having fun and that I’m happy for you! :D” it might be too much.

	“Thanks for the cash, at Handy the Mandy,” he says, pulling his fingers from his insides. Their brought to his face so he can lick over the strawberry lube from them. “Mmm… who wants the next slot? Twenty five for a truth, fifty for a dare.”

	There was a pause in the gentle edging as the idea of getting in on this flashed through his brain. The myriad things he could ask or have him do. The big hyena had gotten even bigger since then. Tommy finds himself drawn to those thick muscular arms and to way his muscular chest would draw itself in when he’d reach down to touch himself. Not to mention the way his fat pink dick curved ever so slightly to the right. It wasn’t new to him, they’d masturbated together a few times, but nothing else had ever come of it. Still, it had fueled his sexual fantasies for years after. What he wanted was to see how he’d fuck, to have him ravage something, a fleshlight or even just a pillow. But if he did pay, Tommy didn’t know if it would be anonymous. Bo might remember who he was.

	Not that they’d parted on bad terms. They just went to separate schools and drifted apart. It was life.

	“Okay, we’ll do three truths and then I’ll go back to doing dares. And no, sucking your dick isn’t a dare at Three Fists to the Wind. I’m not giving anyone my address. Don’t fucking ask again,” Bo says, face hardening again. It was that hardness that brought in some people. A lot of the requests were for something dommy. That was also the other reason Tommy didn’t reach out. The hyena was very protective of his privacy, anything specific to his personal life. Even his full first name was a well-guarded secret. “At Eight Inches And Rising asks, ‘Any weird fetishes?’ Yeah, I think so. I’m kind of into feet and… bloodplay a little bit. Giving, not receiving.”

	The chat went wild off on the side of the screen. Yiffsource had special emotes for certain fetishes. Tommy couldn’t count the amount of yellow circles showing off their feet as they flashed up the chat. Not his thing, but some silly part of him had him add his own words to the frenzy. “Cut me daddy.”

	“Oh yeah, to make it worth your while, I guess I’ll say where I got them from. For bloodplay, I had a partner that introduced me to it. He said something about how damage released endorphins. We tried to do patterns in his skin and get a scarification thing going, but I was way too interested in keeping the knives sharp,”  Bo said. A quick mental image of the big, beefy hyena holding a knife, half in shadow, flashes through Tommy’s head. He needed that movie poster. Bo continues, “And the foot things kind of silly. There was this cute little bunny that was my friend throughout elementary school and I blame him for it. He had those big bunny feet and I always wanted him to rub them against me for good luck. I didn’t even know it was a fetish until I licked them one day and it kind of worked for me. Now I kind of just want to find a rabbit and lick their feet. Ooh, and pound their cute little cottontail all the while.”

	Tommy stopped moving. He remembered that. It had him rolling on the floor from laughter. The bigger hyena held onto his heel and wouldn’t stop, even though he was begging. That bit had never made it into his fantasies. It might now. This was definitely a fantasy he could make happen. 

	But so, it seemed, could a fair chunk of the chat. That was enough to remind him not to send the message he was halfway through typing out. Instead, he takes to social media with his woes. He posts “When your childhood friends tells you that you gave them a fetish” and a panda giving a thumbs up to ease his troubled mind.

	“At half-full cum bucket asks, ‘When did I know I was gay?’ Well, buckethead, I’m not gay. I’m bi,” Bo says, rolling over from where he was laying. Tommy watches his thick, muscular cheeks flex as he army crawls his way across the bed. There’s hardly an ounce of give to them, certainly no shake. He was definitely on some sort of diet. Hopefully one that wouldn’t be ruined by strawberry lube. When he flips back over, he has a remote in his hand. The lights switch up, changing to a mix of blue, pink, and purple that gave the room an atmosphere that spoke more of a party than the usual intimacy he went for. He props himself up on his arm, his leg pushing him up just enough to almost cover the appendage that was drawing in his viewers. “God didn’t waste this dick on a prude. So, I guess a better question is when did I know I liked guys? Hmm… Probably the eighth grade. Right when that cute rabbit grabbed my dick and started jerking me off. He kind of did a lot for me.”

	The idea is more unsettling than it is hot for the rabbit. It made it sound like he was some sort of sex fiend. He could hardly remember what was running through his head when he’d done it. Just pure lust, like he was feeling now, probably. Still, there was something special in that. It could have been anything, but it was him that made his friend realize that he liked guys. 

	He takes to twitter again, turning his one post into a thread by adding “When your childhood friend tells you that you made them gay” with a .gif of a bear wiggling with lasers photoshopped in around it to make it look like it was at a dance club.

	Then, he has a question of his own. The rabbit types it out quickly. Thankfully, the perverts here were cheap enough that most of the time they had to be coaxed into spending more than five bucks. Three questions might have been asking a lot. Bo had been reading out the questions literally as they came in. It’s a private message, but he’s not surprised when the hyena starts reading it aloud.

	Bo says, “At at it like a rabbit asks, ‘It’s Tommy… holy shit, seriously? Okay, uh, this is awkward. It’s the bunny I’ve been talking about, apparently he found my channel? Um… awkward. He wants to know if I’m having fun. I am. It’s still a job, but I actually do really like doing porn most of the time. I’m not, like, a sad porn star who wants to be rescued from a life of sin or anything. I like doing this. I think I’d do it even if I didn’t need the money… But the money is nice, please give it to me.” The last sentence is said almost deadpan, earning a little chuckle from the rabbit.

	He types back, “Hell yeah, dude! I’m happy for you!” and follows it up with a quick, “I’ll leave if this is too awkward for you. There are more dicks in the sea.”

	“No dude, stay. Nothing you haven’t seen before,” he laughs when he says it, “Just uh… Find me on facebook. You know my name. And um… don’t tell anybody here anything. Most of you are nice, but it only really takes one internet weirdo to ruin it for everybody and turn this work of art,” he gestures to his body when he says it, “Into a mural.”

	Tommy nods, and realizing that he can’t be seen, replies in the chat with “Is it weird I’ve jerked off to you?”

	“No, why should now be any different?”

	“lol fair”

	And to finish off his twitter thread, he tweets “When your childhood friend says it’s okay to masturbate to them” with an image of a football player dancing in the end-zone.