Date: Wed, 5 Jan 2022 10:47:00 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: The Wave Part Three (Young Friends) Christmas is always a busy time at the hotel. Always full of tourists wanting to enjoy the sunshine and have a great time. So it's also the best time to earn tips and meet new people! I can practise my English and even though it's busy I can still have a fair bit of time to myself. I guess it helps my parents run the hotel so I have a fair bit of freedom. Although that does mean they don't pay me but then again the money goes to the family which is most important. Not that we have much of a family telly, by Thai standards anyway. Just me, Mum and Dad. I never really knew why we never saw any relatives, all they said was that it was just us and everyone else was gone. We get new guests each year and often repeat guests too. It's nice to see people who enjoyed their stay so much they chose us again. Sometimes it's like welcoming back old friends, other times it's like someone has turned up to your birthday party that you didn't invite and now can't get rid of! Most of the time it's the former, however, when that minibus turned up and the family with three boys came out my heart fell. There he was. Matt. That farang from two years ago. The one who broke my heart... When I first met Matt there was an instant connection with him. I think we both felt it. A spark, a twinkle in each other's eyes as we made eye contact for the first time. He was very attractive and I instantly hoped he might be the sort of boy who was up for a bit of fun. "I'm Jum, let me carry your bag and show you your room," I said as I went to pick his bag up. He looked uneasy at that, "I'm Matt. Thanks but I can carry my own bag." I laughed, "I'm not going to steal it!" "I know it's more....I feel guilty about someone carrying it for me when I can do it myself." "It's my job Matt. Show you your room. Carry your bag. If you feel really guilty then you give me a tip!" I said, pushing my luck. Mum and Dad would be furious if they knew I was soliciting tips but I wanted Matt to feel fine about me carrying it. I picked it up anyway and he followed after me. "I've only just arrived, I don't have money!" He said as I opened the door to his room with the key and put his bag down. "That's fine, you can pay me another way," I said with a cheeky wink. I was really pushing my luck! He blushed and muttered something I couldn't hear before I took pity on him and left him to it. I would see him around the hotel and we'd say hello. Then after a few days of their holiday when I was on pool duty covering the usual staff member he was there sunbathing. I perved on him from a distance. I liked the way his shirts clung to his body. When he went for a swim and pulled himself out I could see the outline of his dick. It looked bigger than mine but he was a bit older. Also western boys seem to be a bit bigger dick wise than Thai boys from experience, admittedly a very small sample size though! He ordered a coke and I brought it over and we just chatted for what felt like ages. I was very forward, letting my hand touch his leg a few times to see if he reacted. He blushed but he didn't ask me to move it. Mum came out to tell me to take clean towels to all the rooms so I had to leave him but I decided to make a bit of a play for him. "Would you like a walk along the beach after I am done, I can show you some nice places," I said. He shrugged and said "why not," so that's what happened. We talked and talked as we walked up the beach then down it. I could sense there was some pain in him, something he was holding back. I didn't push it though, he could tell me in his own time. It became a regular occurrence, us spending time together. Walking up and down the beach. Matt and his family were at our hotel for almost three weeks and two weeks in it felt like we'd known each other for ages. So on our next walk I diverted us into the palm trees where I stopped with him next to me, hidden from the beach by a tree. "I really like you," I said with a nervous smile. "I really like you too," Matt replied, looking shy all of a sudden. I took the lead and moved in to kiss him. And we certainly kissed! It felt amazing and I loved it, but when I slipped my hand into his shorts he went crazy and pushed me away. He ran off as I shouted after him but he didn't come back. He then ignored me for the rest of the holiday leaving me feeling confused. What had I done? I'd only touched his dick, I thought that was what he wanted. So when I saw him again my heart started beating fast but I also felt a stab of nerves in my stomach. Would it be like it was before or would he want to talk to me again. The pain of rejection but the faint hope of reconciliation fought inside me. I caught his eye and I couldn't tell how he felt. So to save myself from further issues I decided it was best to ignore him. It seemed he felt the same and for those first few days we ignored each other. Then when I was delivering towels then I walked in on him being sucked by his younger brother who didn't look happy about it at all. Why would Matt do that? I felt jealous and confused at the same time. I'd decided the Cold War between us would continue but then to my surprise on Christmas Day he walked up to me, passed me a note, then walked off back to his family. "Jum, I need to talk to you. Meet me at 9.15 on the beach tomorrow. Please. Matt." What did he want? To try to explain what he was doing with Tim? To get me not to tell? Who would I tell anyway? His parents? Why would I do that? All it would mean was I'd get into trouble and cause a big family problem for the guests. Surely he knew that telling on tourists isn't my thing? I wanted to know what it was all about though so while Mum and Dad were busy doing checkout for some tourists I sneaked off to meet him. I found him on the beach looking surprisingly nervous. "Can we walk? Like we used to?" He asked me. I nodded but didn't reply. We started to walk and he sighed, "Jum, I wanted to say I'm sorry. About what I did to you, or didn't let you do. I overreacted. I regret it but I need to tell you why." I stayed silent as I let him talk. "I never told you before but my younger brother Sam died some time before our holiday. The holiday was supposed to be a healing experience for us all. Meeting you was amazing. I really liked you. I wanted to kiss you. I wanted you...to touch me like you did. But when you put your hands in my shorts it brought back bad memories. He used to touch me there. All the pain came rushing back and I just went crazy. I should have apologised. I should have kissed you again but I couldn't. I've thought a lot about you over the last couple of years. How I fucked up. How I keep fucking up. I want to kiss you again." My heart leapt before realism hit me again, "I'm afraid that time has passed Matt. You hurt me. You broke my heart. I think you've changed, I saw you with Tim, it looked like Tim didn't want to do what you were doing. And now just two days later you say you want me again?!" "I know and I feel terrible. I was angry. I was an arsehole. I shouldn't have done it. Seeing the look on your face made me realise how fucked up I was. But I think I can be less fucked up if you give me another chance." He then pulled me into the shadow of a palm tree, like where we kissed before. We looked at each other and despite all my misgivings I let him lean in and kiss me. We kissed properly and I was wondering whether to slip my hands into his shorts when he broke away. "Does that usually happen?!" He asked, pointing towards the sea. I looked and the sea had gone, well it was far out, the beach was showing and the sea had retreated much much further than I'd ever seen before. "No! Hold on, what is that in the distance?" I asked. As we both looked I could tell that it was the sea coming back. It was moving fast. Too fast. We looked around, could we go somewhere to avoid? No, it was too close. I could hear it now. A roar like a plane taking off, louder than anything I'd ever heard. "Kiss me," Matt said and we kissed before the wave hit us. What happened then is a blur, bits of it I remember, bits I don.t As we got thrown around I tried to hold onto Matt but we were swept apart. I remember I somehow kept my head above the water and there was a moment I thought I could see Matt but it was hard to tell. I just got dragged along by the wave sometimes above, sometimes below the water. What happened next is very vivid though, I will always remember that whether in my waking time or my dreams or nightmares. The wave throws me against a telegraph pole that I hold onto. I see Matt speeding towards me, looking like he's unconscious. I somehow managed to hold onto him and wrap us around the pole. The water keeps going before it recedes. Hanging on for dear life I wait and when it's gone I look around. This next moment will stay with me forever. It's like a bomb has gone off. Everything flattened at sea level. Destruction as far as the eye can see. Nearby though there's a bit of a hill with a small hut on. I don't know if the water is coming back, if it does we're finished. I can tell Matt is injured, his ankle is pretty bruised and battered from the looks of it his ankle is black and blue. He won't wake up so I decide I have to use all my strength to drag him to safety. It takes me a while and its fucking exhausting but eventually I manage to get him up safely to the hut. Those few minutes from hitting the telegraph pole to making it to the hut are the most intense moments of my life. They are still vivid in my brain, like I'm watching myself in a movie. The relief of finding the hut was immense. I could tell it was deserted there. Whether the owner had been caught in the wave, gone fishing or whatever I didn't know but we needed to borrow that hut. So I kicked the door open and pulled Matt inside. It was a simple hut with a bed, a table and a very small kitchen area to prepare food with a toilet outside. Simple but good enough for what we needed.. With some difficulty I managed to manoeuvre him onto the bed. Looking around I decided it was safe and it would do for now. I was completely exhausted from the wave and the effort involved in saving Matt. I collapsed on the bed next to him and fell asleep smiling at the memory of our kiss.