Date: Sun, 9 Jan 2022 10:52:00 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: The Wave Part Five (Young Friends) We stood on the beach, heads bowed. Mum and Dad to my left. Tim, Matt and Jum to my right. Remembering the events of one year ago. Terrible events. Life changing events. The day that killed thousands. The day me and Jamie became lovers. The day Jum lost his parents. The day that meant he would ultimately join our family. We were lucky. Somehow we'd all survived. Mum and Dad were in the hotel when the wave struck. It smashed into the hotel damaging it but it didn't collapse. If they'd been outside like us, well it was likely they wouldn't have made it. Jum's parents though...they were outside saying goodbye to a guest who was leaving to go home. He never made it. Neither did they. As far as we know the wave hit them full on. Whether they saw their impending doom, hearing that roaring sound that still reverberates in my nightmares we'll never know. All we did know is they were just two more victims of the Tsunami as it slammed into the land leaving destruction and misery behind it. Eventually their bodies were found and they left Jum as an orphan. So much loss, so much pain. We found Mum and Dad fairly soon that first afternoon. They'd stayed at the hotel thinking that we'd make our way back there. Given the devastation and loss of life they had been incredibly optimistic but it turned out that because we'd been so lucky it was a good plan on their part. The look of relief on their faces was something I'd never forget, nor my Dad breaking down in tears when he saw us. We couldn't find Matt that first day despite checking hospitals all evening. Even though everyone was exhausted we didn't sleep much that night. Then the next day we had good news. As we tried to get information we heard that a boy with Matt's description had arrived at a hospital. We went there as soon as we could. It was carnage there. There were so many injured people and it was full of people looking for missing loved ones. So many of these people were clinging on to hope that would eventually be misplaced. We were lucky though, Matt was there. It was a shock when we found Matt at the hospital. Jum was holding his hand and I could tell everything had changed. Matt straight away professed his love for Jum in front of us all and said he never wanted to be apart from him. When Mum and Dad went to see the doctor about getting our travel insurance to pay for the bill, Matt begged forgiveness from me and Tim. He cried as he admitted being a fuck up. He didn't try to justify it or anything. Jum held his hand the whole time. He knew everything Matt had done and still didn't care. Maybe that is what love is? In any case I wanted Matt to be happy. He swore to be nice to me and Tim and from now on. We forgave him. After so much death and pain could we do anything else? On a day of shocks for Mum and Dad we compounded it by telling them we were I love. I could tell they were really shocked when they found out about all of us being in relationships. But after what we'd all been through our sexuality almost seemed trivial. As we stood on the beach, remembering those events of a year before, we lit lanterns for the dead, watching them float up to the sky. They headed out to sea where the wave came from. I heard Jum sobbing but could see Matt was holding him close. Jum had unsurprisingly been devastated at the loss of his parents, at the loss of his life in Thailand. Luckily Dad had a contact at the embassy in Bangkok who was able to help smooth over the whole adoption process for Jum. He had no family left, he had nothing really. Now at least he had us. Since he and Jum had become a couple Matt was so different. He was nice, no more mistreating or being nasty to me and Tim. The two of them shared Matt's bedroom, sharing his double bed. Mum and Dad knew what was going on between them but there was a general pretty much unspoken rule of what goes on in the bedroom stays in the bedroom. As well as making sure the noise didn't leak out so others could hear! They struggled more with the relationship between me and Tim. We were younger after all and they knew we'd both been through a lot before we joined the family. However they set us ground rules which we tended to ignore once we were in our bedroom. Maybe they knew that we did but they just wanted to be seen to make us take things slowly. We spent most nights cuddled up on one of our beds sucking each other dry. Mum and Dad refused to buy us a double bed until we were a bit older although I think they were starting to crack. After all if we were sharing one of our single beds then might as well make it a double! There was one final step we hadn't taken together. I'd been waiting for the right moment and I know it was a bit weird but I decided the anniversary of the Boxing Day tsunami was the right moment. We'd been together for a year and the whole feel of the memorial wasn't just remembrance, it was looking towards the future, I knew my future was with Tim and I wanted us to seal that by having sex together. I'd had a conversation with Matt earlier that day about it all. "So are you and Jum, you know fucking ?" I asked. He laughed, "We have been since the day of the tsunami! That first night we didn't know if we'd ever have the chance again. Of course once you've done it you can't put the genie back in the bottle so to speak so we've been doing it ever since! Are you thinking of deflowering my little brother?" He asked with a smile. I knew he didn't mind what we did. "Well.....I am sort of thinking I might be the one being deflowered! I think I'd like to do it with Tim...tonight. Any tips?" I asked, blushing slightly. It was a bit embarrassing talking to Matt about it even though it wasn't like he wasn't doing it with Jum! He was very understanding. Gave me some tips on taking it slowly, positions to do and importantly said he'd give me a bottle of lube as well. "Top tip Jamie, it can never be too slippery back there!" Back on the beach we watched the lanterns float into the distance before we headed back to the hotel. Matt stopped me outside, "Have fun little brother with my other littler brother, I know Jum will need me tonight. There will be a lot of fucking going on I reckon. Even Mum and Dad might do it!" "Ugh gross!" I said and we giggled. Once back inside my room with Tim we undressed then kissed before I took his hand and led him to the bed, "Tim, I want you inside me. I need you to be. I need to feel alive after what we've been through." "I feel the same, in fact I'm not planning on much sleep tonight!" He said in reply. So that night we made love all night long. That first time he penetrated me just felt so right. Our bodies locked together as we shot cum inside each other over and over again. By the morning we were both sore but we also felt reborn. We stood on the balcony together at the first late of day, arms wrapped around each other in the warm dawn air. Looking out to sea towards where the Tsunami had come from. The wave of misery, of destruction. It had torn apart families and lives. Destroyed buildings and the very land itself. It had been life changing for so many people. But for me and Tim it had brought us closer together. I still see it in my dreams, at first in nightmares but now less so. In a strange way it was like it washed away my old life and I could start anew. That's what I did with Tim that night. What could be more life affirming that having sex together? Putting our dicks deep inside each other, well as deep as boys our age can go with our not quite full grown dicks yet! Whatever the future brings I feel prepared. We've seen the abyss, we stared into it and it looked back at us. But we survived it. I'm going to try to live every moment of my life with Tim like it's my last because as I now know all too well it always could be... That's the end of the story, thanks for the feedback everyone who emailed!