Ryka and Shaheed

Chapter 2

by JamesJenkins4253@proton.me

This is the last chapter for this story. My apologies for it being short. If you would like to see a spinoff of this story or a sequel, feel free to email me. Enjoy!

 

"Tell me you're kidding," I begged him. Shaheed was the good boy I had always thought that she was.

"I'm serious. Why is it okay for a woman to be a slut but not okay for a boy?" he looked up at me with disdain. "Why were you talking to Mustafa tonight?"

"Mustafa?" I had forgotten about her but now it was starting to make sense. Mustafa was only here because I had been flirting with Mustafa. I felt a bit stupid at not putting that together sooner, but now that I knew this truth, I knew I'd be using it to my advantage. If Shaheed was a slut, it certainly didn't stop him from being my soulmate. If I were being honest with myself, I'd say my perfect match would be a boy like Shaheed. I loved the way he'd fucked me, and I wanted to do it again.

"We were flirting. I didn't think I had a chance with you, you know I've been trying to hook up with you for a long time," I added hoping to smooth things over a bit. I didn't want him jealous of Mustafa when he was the one I'd always wanted.

"Do you like him?"

"No, I like you."

"No, I mean, do you think he's sexy? I'm fucking him on the side and he just texted me asking if he could come over here and join us." Shaheed grabbed his phone and showed me the messages.

"Join us? How does he know we're here?"

"We've a little contest going. I fucked you first, so I win. Thanks for helping me win, bro!" He giggled as he texted Mustafa back. "We'll have to plan the threesome for another day, but Mustafa wants to fuck us both. Have you had a threesome before?"

"No, this will be my first," I said as confidently as I could. My heart was pounding with great excitement. I couldn't believe this side of Shaheed. It was bothering me a bit though. I'd thought that what I was sharing with him were love and real joy, but now that I knew he was gay, where did that put me? Was I just a friend with benefits? Did he still think of me as a brother? Was I about to have my first threesome?