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I Will Sing for You - 11. Epilogue

The Epilogue contains briefly-described sexual activity between two young men at the end.

Wednesday

Chris is nervous as we drive from Palm Shadows to the Saguaro Grill.

It’s been almost three weeks since that memorable Sunday when we announced our feelings for one another to Chris’ parents and that we planned to live together. The following Monday I gave Palm Shadows notice that I was vacating and then we immediately headed to Zona Rio to sign the lease. After that, we went to Mobility Fitness Institute. It had everything we wanted, so we signed up as members, giving what would be our new address at Zona Rio.

Chris moved in with me the same day, leaving much of his clothing at his parents’ house since it was between work and Palm Shadows. No sense in having to move it all twice when the day comes to move into our place at Zona Rio. In the meantime, we worked together to develop a set of songs that we would perform together at Saguaro Grill. We even cleared it with Joe Maris, his manager, who had no problem with it.

Which brings us to this evening and why Chris is apprehensive. Performing in front of his class at Pima Community College has been his only experience with an audience. Tonight will be an all together new experience for him. Weeks ago when I mentioned doing it, he was all for it, but now I’m not so sure. “You’re going to do just fine,” I assure him during the drive. “Besides, you know many of the people who are going to be our audience tonight because they’re regular patrons. Tonight they just get to see a new side of you: Chris Villar the very talented musician.”

“Thanks, Callan. I’m still nervous, though. I’m glad that I’m going to have you up there with me. I just hope that I don’t mess up and make you look bad too.”

“Hey, you’re not going to make me look bad, Chris. If you mess up, just keep going as if it didn’t happen. I’ll help get you through it. Besides,” I smile, “your parents are going to be there for your big debut, which is wonderful in and of itself.” I also expect some of the students from my mineralogy class since I really hyped our performance up to them. They don’t know about Chris’ and my relationship, though. They just think that we’re friends. However, I think that Jamie Malor, one of my mineralogy students who has accompanied me as an assistant on some of my field research trips might suspect since I’d chosen to take Chris instead of him a couple of times. That, and I slipped once, mentioning that Chris is sharing an apartment with me. Jamie’s a good guy, though, so I expect him to be discrete. I also expect him to be in the audience tonight, if for no other reason than to get a look Chris. I suspect that Jamie’s gay, too.

During the forty-five minutes that Chris will share the stage with me, we will perform Acoustic #3; Burning House; Don’t Dream It’s Over; Dust in the Wind; Here, There and Everywhere, written by Paul McCartney and first appearing on the Beatle’s 1966 album Revolver; Marry Me, written by Pat Monahan and Sam Hollander and appearing on Train’s fifth album Save Me, San Francisco; and a really sweet song that Chris has written entitled In My Eyes. The final selection will be Chris’ solo performance of Bron-Yr-Aur, where I’ll just sit there on stage and listen like the rest of his audience.

When Chris and I arrive, he immediately heads to the bar where he gets congratulations as well as wishes of good luck from the bartender and two complimentary Barrio Citrazonas. Even Mark Ramos, the chef, comes out to congratulate him and wish him luck.

“Hey, Mom, Dad,” he smiles as he seats himself at the table where I’m sitting with his parents who are not drinking. “I’m so happy that you’re here this evening.”

His mom smiles. “We wouldn’t miss it for the world, sweetheart.”

“Yes, Son. Tonight means as much to us as it does to the both of you,” his father adds with a smile.

During the half hour that we sit talking, I notice a few members of my mineralogy class enter and seat themselves at a table closer to the bar, Jamie included. After exchanging smiles with them, I take Chris to their table and introduce him, not missing that Jamie’s eyes are appreciatively surveying Chris’ lithe, sexy body. It confirms my suspicion that he’s gay. Then it’s time for our performance and Chris and I make our way up to the small stage.

“Good evening,” I greet as I survey the audience, noticing many familiar faces. “My name is Callan Jameson, this is Chris Villar and we’re honored to perform for you tonight. Some of you might recognize Chris as one of the bartenders here. What you may not know is that he’s a music major at Pima Community College. Anyway, today is his day off and he has graciously agreed to perform with me tonight for you. So please give him a hand.”

After Chris receives a generous applause from the audience, we tune our guitars and then launch into our rendition of Cam’s Burning House.

The next thirty minutes or so go well before we launch into Chris’ song In My Eyes, which to me is a beautifully written piece of music, both the lyrics and the melody, a tribute to his capability as a musician. It makes me appreciate him even more than I already do. It’s a song about meeting someone and seeing that person as someone really special in his eyes, someone who makes him a better person. I can’t help but hope that at least a part of that seemingly composite person is me.

After the audience heartily applauds the song, Chris immediately segues into his solo performance of Bron-Yr-Aur. Again, the audience applauds his effort at the end of the song. After that, we cradle our guitars in their stands and step off the stage for a break and again rejoin his parents. For Chris, it’s the end of an admirable performance; whereas, I have two more sets remaining.

*      *      *

At midnight, I cradle my guitar in its stand and leave the stage. Chris’ parents had left at the beginning of my second solo performance at 11:00, so he moved to the table occupied by Jamie and my other mineralogy students. It is where I head at the end of my performance, receiving a round of congratulations as I seat myself at the table.

“Wow, you’re really good, Callan!” Jamie enthuses. “And Chris is too. You two make a really good team onstage. Way to go!”

“Thanks, Jamie. We worked hard together to perfect the set.”

“It sounds like it,” Jamie replies. “We’ve been telling Chris that he should enroll at U of A after Pima to finish his degree.”

“Did Chris also tell you that he’s planning to take Physical Geology at Pima College next semester?” I ask.

“No,” one of the other students replies. “Way to go, Chris! You’ll really like the course. Who knows? Maybe you’ll decide to become one of us!”

We all talk until closing time. Then Jamie and the guys leave and it’s only Chris and me. We pack up our guitars and equipment, say goodbye to Jeremy the bartender—Mark had left at ten—and head home, a little weary but stoked about the success of our first performance together.

*      *      *

“What an incredible evening,” Chris says as we lay naked in bed in one another’s arms. “Thanks so much for allowing me to perform with you, Callan. It means so much to me.”

“It means as much to me too. I want you beside me in all my endeavors and accomplishments, Chris. And I want to be beside you in all your endeavors and accomplishments, like In My Eyes, which is such a beautifully written song.” I gesture to my heart when I say, “You’re in here, a part of me now, you know.”

“I love you so much, Callan, and I actually feel empty inside when we’re not together.”

I look at him and smile. “Well, that’s pretty much what love is and feels like, Chris. I feel a profound emptiness inside whenever we’re not together too. So when I finally do see you, I’m so overwhelmed inside that I feel the need to physically express it to you, which is why we make love so often. And right now I feel the urge and the desire to do it stronger than ever. So would you like me inside of you tonight, or would you rather make love to me?”

He presses his lips to mine and then smiles. “I want to feel you inside me tonight, Callan, and I want you to fill me with your love so I know without a doubt that you’re fully a part of me.”

I smile and draw him into a lengthy kiss that expresses my ardent desire for him, then reach to the nightstand for the lube. I generously slather my now-rigid cock as he opens his legs for me. Then I roll over and settle between them, feeling his fingers guide the head of my cock to the target of my desire as I fold his legs back at the knees with my arms until his thighs lay pressed against his torso.

I push, and then I’m inside him, feeling his blessed warmth surround the entire length of my throbbing cock. “I think Jamie likes you,” I smile as I gaze down into his glistening brown eyes and begin to slowly piston my cock slowly back and forth into his bowels. “It kind of excites me to know that someone desires you the way that I do. I just hope that I’ll never have anything to worry about.” And with that, I press my lips to his in another desirous kiss.

He breaks the kiss and smiles, shifting his butt to fit me more comfortably into his body. “For one, I never got the impression that Jamie’s gay, Callan. And secondly, you’ll never have to worry because no one will ever occupy this place in my heart and in my body that’s reserved for you and only you.”

“Together could never be close enough for me, to feel like I am close enough to you,” I softly sing a verse from the song Marry Me.

“Sounds familiar,” he smiles. “But you can never be closer to me than you are right now, Callan. You’re inside me, an integral part of me, and that’s exactly where I want you to be.”

“I love you so much, Chris… More than mere words can possibly convey.”

“So show me, Callan. Show me with the incredible part of your body that you have buried so deep inside me. Make me yours tonight and forever.”

“Forever could never be long enough for me, to feel like I’ve been long enough with you,” I sing.

Finis

Well, that's it for I Will Sing for You, my friends. I hope that you enjoyed the story. Thank you very much for reading and for your comments and reactions to the story. Please leave a chapter comment and a story comment if you liked it. I really look forward to them. Happy holidays! 😎

Copyright © 2019 Arran; All Rights Reserved.
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3 hours ago, JCtoGO2 said:

An excellent story. You make the story line flow together leaving the reader looking forward to the next chapter.When it is over, you are disappointed and want more.  I look forward to your next effort. Happy Holidays!

Thank you for your comment JCtoGO2. I’m glad that you liked it. You expressed it so very well. Happy holidays to you too.

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An excellent chapter, they certainly know how to please each other, happy endings, thanks for such an entertaining story

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8 hours ago, chris191070 said:

A fantastic chapter to finish what has been a truly wonderful story.

A profuse thank you, Chris. I’m glad that you enjoyed it.

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2 hours ago, mikedup said:

An excellent chapter, they certainly know how to please each other, happy endings, thanks for such an entertaining story

Thank you very much, mikedup. I’m glad you enjoyed it.

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This story is a lovely reminder of how wonderful a romance can be when everything goes right! Thanks, Arran.

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On 12/14/2019 at 2:41 AM, travlbug said:

This story is a lovely reminder of how wonderful a romance can be when everything goes right! Thanks, Arran.

You’re welcome, travlbug. Thank you for reading and thank you for the comment.

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a remarkably stress-free story of love between two young men. I especially enjoyed a return to a part of the country with which I am familiar. a real trip home for me. 

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5 minutes ago, Will Hawkins said:

a remarkably stress-free story of love between two young men. I especially enjoyed a return to a part of the country with which I am familiar. a real trip home for me. 

Thank you, Will. Happy to oblige you, unknowingly. While I don’t live there anymore, I enjoy occasionally visiting the desert and its mild year-round climate. Also, I’m glad that you enjoyed the story.

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So nice to read a story that was not full of angst and drama. Not once did I want to smack the protagonist upside his head and yell "GET WITH IT DUDE HE LOVES YOU". This was a "smile story"  and totally enjoyable. 

 

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On 3/13/2020 at 1:08 PM, LD Stratton said:

So nice to read a story that was not full of angst and drama. Not once did I want to smack the protagonist upside his head and yell "GET WITH IT DUDE HE LOVES YOU". This was a "smile story"  and totally enjoyable. 

 

Thank you Very much for the kind words, LD. I just noticed your comment or I would have replied earlier.

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