Date: Mon, 30 Jun 2008 11:18:12 -0500
From: Grady Hawk <gradyhawk@gmail.com>
Subject: Borders of Paradise (Part II)

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 II) by GradyHawk, 2008


I've always loved asian boys and mexican boys. Something about the way they
smell is different than what I'm used to, and I can get lost in brown eyes
for days. My Companion for the weekend was Li, a 10 year old beauty with a
fast smile and a faster wink. When we were introduced, he was kind of shy.
His hair was just long enough for him to try to hide under when he ducked
his head for a quick bow. I immediately wanted to grab him and hug him, and
break the ice, but my tour guide was there, and it was a guy I didn't know.
So I paced myself and introduced myself to the boy. I'd already seen
pictures, of course. I got to choose from different ages and races and
sizes, and Li was perfect for me, soft longish hair, sparkling almond-shaped
eyes, a slim, gorgeous body, and he was no virgin, either. His description
in his package read: very eager 10 year old boy from China, willing to
please his Companion in every way. Very experienced Companion.

"Just call me Hawk," I said, and he giggled at that.

"My name Li," he said, with the cutest accent and slightly broken english.
Then he looked at my crotch and winked at me. I did a double-take, then I
remembered where I was. I wasn't in the states where I would have to spend
days, or longer, getting to know him, dodging his parents, making excuses
for why I wanted to see him. I was in paradise!

"I saw that, Li." I grinned. I looked at my guide and he smiled and nodded
and left the room, a little skip in his step. I'd skip if I lived there all
the time, too!

"Clothes off now?" Li said. I blinked and looked at him again. Wow, yes, I
was HOME!

"Yes, that would be perfect," and I watched him. He wasn't new at this. At
age 10, he was already a pro. First, he took off his shirt. And he didn't
just toss it off like most boys do; he teased me, pulling it slowly over his
head, revealing inch by inch of his lovely smooth asian skin. Not a hair in
site anywhere. Just beautiful. He draped his shirt on the back of a chair,
then sat down to remove his shoes. My cock was throbbing already, and my
mind was going over all the things I wanted to do. I had just two days with
him, but I could do anything I wanted, as long as I didn't damage him. I
rubbed my cock, and watched as he placed his socks inside his shoes, then
stood up and reached for the waistband of his loose pants.

"Hold it," I said, and he froze and looked at me with a question in his
almond eyes. He looked almost afraid, as if he'd done something wrong, and I
winked at him and pointed to my belt. His eyes lit up as if I'd offered him
a new bike, and I sighed, remembering again where I was.


I was at the Gracias, Amigo Hotel. Yeah, it's a cheesy name, but you'll have
that in Mexico. The hotel itself, despite the name, was plush, and decadence
steamed from its very foundation. We had the second floor to ourselves, and
at every turn, there was something to satisfy. Small tables with
thirst-quenching fruit, flutes of champagne on small trays carried by the
older boys dressed in togas which invited a peek at a thigh here and there.
It wasn't encouraged for us to handle the serving boys, but, for a small
fee, we could. From the rooms came all sorts of sounds: video games, gasping
or moaning men and boys, giggling, chuckling, even squeals of delight. And
it smelled like sex. Because that's what the whole thing was for: sex, sex,
sex, as much as you wanted!

Li carefully undid my belt buckle, and my cock strained at my jeans. I
wanted him to hurry up and get my pants open and my cock in his mouth, but
at the same time, I wanted to savor it, make it last. He did it just right:
just fast enough to get my cock out before I burst, but slow enough to make
me growl. Finally, it was free and he kneeled and sighed a long breath on my
rock hard cock. Heaven!

He looked up at me, as if asking for approval, and I nodded, and put my hand
in his soft dark hair. Never have I had my dick sucked so expertly, never so
beautifully. His small lips nibbled the head at first, almost tentatively,
but probably more of a tease. His tongue snaked out of his mouth to lick and
probe the hole of my cock, and, before I knew it, he took the whole head of
my cock into his mouth and I gasped. I backed up so that I could sit on the
bed, and he followed on his knees, continuing to lick and suck. I ran my
fingers through his hair, wanting so badly to just spear his face, but I let
him keep sucking, swallowing more and more of me. I closed my eyes and tried
to think about something that would distract me for a second, to make it
last longer, but he was having no part of that. The greedy little chicken
finally swallowed me to the hilt, and that was it for me. His mouth was so
tiny, and so stretched around my dick. I pumped my cock into his small,
tight mouth, once, twice, and came like a fucking volcano, gasping, my teeth
clenched, not caring, at least for that moment, whether or not he could
breathe. And he swallowed every drop.

I collapsed on the bed, and breathed for a minute, inwardly cussing at
myself for spewing so soon, but at the same time, knowing that I had him for
the whole weekend, and that it was just beginning. He slid his pants off,
and gently climbed onto the bed with me, and snuggled against my body. I
looked at him, and he had the biggest smile on his little chinese face, and
I could tell he was proud of himself. I ruffled his hair and told him, "Good
job, boy," then relaxed, and started planning the rest of the day in my
head.