Date: Fri, 23 May 2008 06:54:29 -0500
From: Grady Hawk <gradyhawk@gmail.com>
Subject: Borders of Paradise (Part I)

DISCLAIMER: Though this story intends to portray a real-life paradise for
boylovers, it is indeed a work of FICTION. Please do not email me asking for
the location of this paradise, as it does not exist.


	      Borders of Paradise (Part I) by GradyHawk, 2008


 It was finally the day. I had my passport, and had spoken to the man I came
to know as Mr. Lake several times on the phone to arrange the meeting. The
address was near the border, and I had checked out the Brochure I'd been
sent since we started talking. The hotel was legit, I knew the rules, I had
the money, and I was ready to go. I parked my truck where I had been told,
got my one suitcase I was allowed, and locked the truck.


 The office smelled like money. Not how money smells, but how it smells to
have it. The oak desk that dominated one side of the room gleamed with fresh
polish, the books on the shelves lining the walls were mostly old, but well
cared-for. I sat on the edge of the comfortable high-back chair, and enjoyed
the pleasant atmosphere provided by the tract lighting as I wondered how
this meeting would go. The door opened and I stood and turned.


 He was probably in his 40's. Tall and slim, his peppered hair smoothed back
neatly, his suit fitting him as only very expensive suits do. His eyes
almost glowed. Mr. Lake. There was something about him, though, that I
couldn't put my finger on -- a youthfulness in his face, and his step.


 "Have a seat, Mr. Hawk." He gestured to the chair as he walked to his desk,
but someone followed him through the door. A boy who looked to be about 5
years old, a slender, tanned boy, with wet sun-bleached hair, and deep blue
eyes, wearing nothing but swim shorts slid through the door. He smiled at me
briefly, then went to the man's side, who had already taken a seat behind
his massive desk.


 "Wow, okay. Hello." I offered my hand across the desk to Mr. Lake, and he
just looked at me.   There's no way I could have reached him from there. I
cleared my throat awkwardly and sat down.


 "Your passport please." Very business-like, as I was beginning to get used
to. I slid my passport out of my jacket pocket and onto the desk. The boy
was unusually quiet, for a boy. He kept checking me out, still with that
slight smile on his face. I tried to keep my focus on Lake, though. I didn't
want to seem like a pervert. I chuckled to myself at that thought, and
remembered the Brochure.


 It had a picture of a 5-story hotel on the outside panel, a wide circular
driveway going across the front of it, a fountain in the center of the
drive. The windows sparkled with sunlight, and palms lined the sides of the
building, some brand new, some which looked as old as the hotel. It
described the history of the town and the hotel, briefly, but the inside of
the Brochure was quite different. Upon opening the Brochure, there were
pictures of boys. They were clothed, though mostly shirtless, boys from
around the world. Ages 10-13, from Russia, China, Mexico, Iran, everywhere,
it seemed. But it wasn't what they were wearing, it was the looks on their
faces. Their eyes teased, taunted, beckoned. It was better than any porn I'd
ever seen.


 On the inside panel were the Rules:

   1.

   No damage is to be done to the Companions.

   2.

   The Companions are the property of the Company, and cannot be removed
   from the country.

   3.

   No public displays of affection.

   4.

   Keep your passport on you at all times outside the Hotel.


 On and on the rules went; they were very thorough. What to do if you
encounter the police. Which parts of the hotel were off-limits, and which
ones were "Free Areas." But none of the rules were too restrictive for me.


 Lake slid his desk drawer open, pulled out a file, and checked it against
my passport. "You chose Li as your Companion?" he asked.


 I was confused for a moment, and looked again at the boy next to him. Li
was a chinese boy in the Brochure, darker skin than this boy, hair almost
black, slimmer than this boy.


 Lake chuckled. "Mr. Hawk, this is my boy. He is not a Companion. Say hello
to Mr. Hawk, Daniel." The boy looked at me and licked his lips, then grinned
at Lake. "On the desk?" His voice was a small voice, but there was a
confidence there. "Of course," said Lake, with another chuckle.


 I laughed involuntarily. I wasn't quite sure what was going on. Daniel slid
his shorts off, and climbed onto the desk on all fours. I swallowed, my
mouth suddenly bone dry. He slowly crawled across the desk to me. I could
see his package, barely, between his slim legs. The closer he got to me, the
more I wanted to just growl! He finally got face to face with me, then
leaned in and whispered in my ear, with his little boy voice, "Hello...Mr.
Hawk." He giggled, then slid back off the desk to stand beside Lake, his
tiny dick erect and hard. Lake slapped him on the ass, and he jumped and
smiled.


 You chose Li, correct?" He looked fondly at the boy, who seemed to blush.


 "Yes," I stuttered, trying to wrap my head around what had just happened,
and adjusting myself in the chair to try to get my hard dick in a more
comfortable spot. "Yes, the chinese boy from the Brochure," but I was
starting to wish that Lake's boy was in the Brochure. I checked myself on my
greediness, and licked my lips, thinking about Li.


 "Okay, you know the price." It wasn't a question, and I knew the price. I
pulled my wallet out and put the cash on the desk, and he stood up. "Then,
let's go!"


 Just like that. "Let's go!"