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Frank and Daphne Riley watched dumbstruck with awe. Their son Liam sang and danced like a professional. Like an angel. Like no one in their family. Where did this talent come from?
The proud parents exchanged glances, but didn't speak. They'd asked each other the question so many times they only had to lock eyes to know what the other was thinking.
"He's 18 now," Frank said two days ago after celebrating Liam's birthday with family and friends at the best hotel in town.
"Time to make his way in the world," Daphne replied.
Frank knew Liam wouldn't be joining him at the hardware store. Three generations of Rileys had run that store, but Frank knew he'd be the last.
"Liam's name will be up in lights," Daphne said. Frank just nodded.
But how good was Liam? Frank and Daphne asked Dr Ducati, the school counsellor. He'd promised to ask his brother Trenton who was a talent scout for a Hollywood studio.
"Better still," the counsellor said, "Trenton will be in town next week. I'll invite him along to the school musical and he can see Liam perform for himself."
They hadn't been introduced to Trenton Ducati, but Frank and Daphne could see the back of his head down in the front row. And they'd spied him entering the auditorium. Tall, handsome, tanned and fit. He'd looked every inch the Hollywood type. Right down to the designer stubble, and his clothes, tight black leather trousers and linen shirt opened half way to the waist showing off several gold medallions swinging against his chest.
Daphne clasped Frank's hand tight at the very thought of a Hollywood talent scout here in their little town to watch their son.
In the front row, Trenton Ducati squirmed in his seat. https://i.pinimg.com/originals/15/84/27/158427bd601dac0cba746edbab4338fa.jpg
Bad enough that he should have to spend even one night in this hick town, but he'd put his brother off for so long he'd run out of excuses. As for the talent his brother had mentioned, the evening had been one off-key song mumbled by some pimply kid after another.
Until Liam Riley. His brother nudged him and said this is the guy.
Trenton yawned and looked up. Fuck! https://78.media.tumblr.com/f945040032e21902693e48600a339b6d/tumblr_ot3c86RJKx1u7kibro1_500.jpg
This gorgeous 18 year old, all dark eyes and pout and slender waist, skipped onto the stage. The singing was shit, of course. Bu it was something from The King and I and they'd done Liam up splendidly. Ostentatious make-up, bare chest, skin-tight gold spangled shorts that left nothing to the imagination. Trenton wondered if this kid waxed or was just naturally smooth. He struggled to accommodate the erection blossoming between his legs without standing and adjusting himself.
As for talent, well that remained to be seen. But what Trenton was looking for didn't require singing. The voices would be dubbed or synthesized beyond recognition.
"We're putting together a boy band," the studio head had told him. "With a difference. A twink porn boy band." Trenton could only imagine what that meant. He'd been recruiting twinks to work in porn for years. And enjoying the fringe benefits easy access to grateful twink cock and ass supplied. But a boy band was a new idea. Singing and fucking? It just might work.
Liam hit a dud high note, but all Trenton could see was the bulge in the gold spangled shorts and wondered what that fresh young cock would taste like in his mouth
"Good, isn't he?" Dr Ducati whispered. Trenton waved his left hand in silent agreement, making sure to keep his right hand spread hard across his groin where his cock threatened open revolt.
"I've invited Liam and his parents back to my place for drinks later," Dr Ducati said. "You can have some one-on-one time with the boy then."
The words only caused Trenton more discomfort.
The proud parents exchanged glances, but didn't speak. They'd asked each other the question so many times they only had to lock eyes to know what the other was thinking.
"He's 18 now," Frank said two days ago after celebrating Liam's birthday with family and friends at the best hotel in town.
"Time to make his way in the world," Daphne replied.
Frank knew Liam wouldn't be joining him at the hardware store. Three generations of Rileys had run that store, but Frank knew he'd be the last.
"Liam's name will be up in lights," Daphne said. Frank just nodded.
But how good was Liam? Frank and Daphne asked Dr Ducati, the school counsellor. He'd promised to ask his brother Trenton who was a talent scout for a Hollywood studio.
"Better still," the counsellor said, "Trenton will be in town next week. I'll invite him along to the school musical and he can see Liam perform for himself."
They hadn't been introduced to Trenton Ducati, but Frank and Daphne could see the back of his head down in the front row. And they'd spied him entering the auditorium. Tall, handsome, tanned and fit. He'd looked every inch the Hollywood type. Right down to the designer stubble, and his clothes, tight black leather trousers and linen shirt opened half way to the waist showing off several gold medallions swinging against his chest.
Daphne clasped Frank's hand tight at the very thought of a Hollywood talent scout here in their little town to watch their son.
In the front row, Trenton Ducati squirmed in his seat. https://i.pinimg.com/originals/15/84/27/158427bd601dac0cba746edbab4338fa.jpg
Bad enough that he should have to spend even one night in this hick town, but he'd put his brother off for so long he'd run out of excuses. As for the talent his brother had mentioned, the evening had been one off-key song mumbled by some pimply kid after another.
Until Liam Riley. His brother nudged him and said this is the guy.
Trenton yawned and looked up. Fuck! https://78.media.tumblr.com/f945040032e21902693e48600a339b6d/tumblr_ot3c86RJKx1u7kibro1_500.jpg
This gorgeous 18 year old, all dark eyes and pout and slender waist, skipped onto the stage. The singing was shit, of course. Bu it was something from The King and I and they'd done Liam up splendidly. Ostentatious make-up, bare chest, skin-tight gold spangled shorts that left nothing to the imagination. Trenton wondered if this kid waxed or was just naturally smooth. He struggled to accommodate the erection blossoming between his legs without standing and adjusting himself.
As for talent, well that remained to be seen. But what Trenton was looking for didn't require singing. The voices would be dubbed or synthesized beyond recognition.
"We're putting together a boy band," the studio head had told him. "With a difference. A twink porn boy band." Trenton could only imagine what that meant. He'd been recruiting twinks to work in porn for years. And enjoying the fringe benefits easy access to grateful twink cock and ass supplied. But a boy band was a new idea. Singing and fucking? It just might work.
Liam hit a dud high note, but all Trenton could see was the bulge in the gold spangled shorts and wondered what that fresh young cock would taste like in his mouth
"Good, isn't he?" Dr Ducati whispered. Trenton waved his left hand in silent agreement, making sure to keep his right hand spread hard across his groin where his cock threatened open revolt.
"I've invited Liam and his parents back to my place for drinks later," Dr Ducati said. "You can have some one-on-one time with the boy then."
The words only caused Trenton more discomfort.
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