Love Like a Bodhran

The Boy and the Baker

Jesse Ferguson Bard of Cornwall's day was off to a bad start.

Having been woken up at 4:00 am with cold sweats, he was unable to fall back to sleep; the feeling of failure was consuming him. See, his folk music career wasn't bringing in enough money, so his wife had pushed him into getting another job. He applied to Carlos Bakery.

Carlos Bakery, the candy land of cakes and all sorts, also the kingdom of the master baker, Buddy Valastro. He was like a god, managing to deal with all the petty customers, annoying co-workers, and horrible work schedule. His managing skills were not the only thing that made Jesse admire him, his kind smile and gentle eyes made him tingle when he first entered the palace. He remembered when he and his wife, Laura, watched Cake Boss together and now he was meeting him. Laura always had a tiny crush on Buddy which he thought was silly, but now, he too felt a bit of something within him, a stirring of the caldron of emotions. 'No matter what, he is my BOSS, the Cake Boss. I must be professional,' he thought to himself.

When Jesse finally saw him, all he could think was that the T.V. did him no justice. It did not capture his expressive eyebrows, his sly smile, his sturdy stance, his intelligent eyes, or the body that made everyone stare with lust. The white complemented his tan skin, and a light dusting of icing sugar gave his boyish looks a fairy-like appearance.

'He's so out of my league," Jesse thought to himself. Then did a double take, asking himself why he thought that. 'Oh, God, do I have a crush on Buddy Valastro?" he asked himself with impending horror. 'I am so screwed.'

Today was it, his first day. With the sense of failure looming over him, the Bard walked to the shower, stripping down to reveal his ripped six-pack, carefully sculpted after years of carrying his bodhran.

He took a moment to appreciate his God-like form in the mirror. His biceps were the right amount of bulging, his wrist surprisingly muscled, his body the perfect amount of tanned, his hair a luscious mane on his head. Once, he was done, he hopped into the shower and tried to keep from thinking of fantasies of Buddy joining him.

The hot water poured over him, relaxing his tense muscles. The thought of Buddy's manly hands holding a large cake made some of his muscles go tense again. Turning on the cold water, he attempted to exorcise these sickeningly sweet images from his mind.

However, the images of Buddy smirking down at him as he sculpted a cake persisted, making it very awkward when he finally met the man himself. He was determined to not let that stop him from making a good impression, though. That was, until when he went to shake Buddy's hand and Jesse's hand accidentally brushed against his crotch.

All the thoughts came rushing back, making the blood rush to his member. Having been in similar situations with his to-be wife Laura in Grade 10, Jesse knew what he had to do. Sitting on the stool, he manipulated his pants to cover his shame. Buddy, seemingly not noticing, began the interview

It wasn't until the interview had ended that Jesse noticed that Buddy had been nursing a boner as well.

Slightly licking his lips, Jesse gave a slight sigh. Jesse did not expect that to catch Buddy's attention, but it did. His eyes were staring at the Bard's lips as he said, "You know, I don't usually give jobs to non-family members... but for you I'll make an exception." He said this while sounding distracted and flustered at the same time, and he was still staring at Jesse's lips.

With a little wink, Jesse exited the front doors of Carlos Bakery, feeling both exhilarated and ashamed. Walking towards his car, he had a serious discussion with himself. 'The only reason he wanted my number was for my followup! Or was it? Oh god, Buddy, I am going crazy for you!"

When he got home, his wife came up and hugged him and asked him how his interview went. Jesse quickly felt a rush of shame. He just came back from flirting with Buddy, and here his wife was, patiently waiting to either congratulate or comfort him. He loved Laura, but he could not deny the attraction he felt for the Cake Boss. Couldn't he have them both?

'Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself, I don't even know if Buddy likes me back,' Jesse thought to himself.

Jesse walked to the couch, flopping into it. Laura sat beside him, with eager eyes for the exciting news. "Well... it went great! I got the job!" Laura hugged and kissed him. Thinking to himself, he knew he has not 100% got it. If last night's sleep was bad, tonight's was going to be worse, with the excitement of waiting for Buddy's phone call already creeping up inside him

The next day, he was sat by the phone, occasionally strumming his guitar or playing his bodhran, but mostly just waiting. Finally, the phone rang. Jesse answered it, waiting for the news that would eventually change his life.

"Hey, Jesse, it's the Boss. Just wondering if you will be able to swing by at about three today? I just have some final paperwork for you to take care of."

"Of course! I will be there shortly, thank you, Buddy."

"No problem, bud."

The line cut, signaling Jesse's collage of emotions. Fear, anger, love, passion all beat at him like he beats his bodhran

Once he arrived, he was starstruck once more. All the workers looked like ethereal, otherworldly creatures. Everyone looked like they were in their element. However, they did not compare to Buddy when he walked out the door. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. His confident swagger, Buddy shaking his head to get his professionally styled hair out of the way, him slight smile, his wink. It made his jaw drop, and he felt a hardening in his pants- again.

"Heyyy, Jesse! I just got some final paper work for you," the handsome man told him.

As Jesse took the pages from the Boss's hands, the two touched hands and felt the electric shock of love. Without making it obvious, Jesse brushed the Boss' hand when he took the pen again, his stiffness not giving way.

The baker gave a slight smile Jesse returned.

"Hey, uh, Jesse, I got something I have to do upstairs. Uh.... would you care to j-join me?" Buddy asked in his husky voice. The musician gave a slight nod, not trusting himself to reply

Following Buddy upstairs, Jesse took a moment to take in his surroundings. Flour, sugar, dust and sweat covered the bakery. Turning his head to face the front, Jesse got a view of Buddy's behind, tight and glorious.

'I can't take this, I am gonna blow,' Jesse thought to himself.

It was too late, though, and Jesse yelled angrily, "Buddy, I have a huge crush on you and I have been waiting to take you bended on a table since I first saw you!" Jesse quickly became worried again.

Shocked and confused, Buddy threw the cake beside him on the floor.

"WHAT!?"

"Please don't hate me!" the Bard cried, tears of anguish running down his face.

"Oh, Jesse, don't cry. I only reacted like that because I feel the same way too. I mean you're so hot, you're talented, and you know how to play a bodhran? What's there not to like?"

"Buddy, boss, I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me, I am so emotional these days. Should we just do it?"

The Boss nodded as he started to strip. And, dear God, what were those clothes hiding. A six-pack that glistened, his Italian skin glowing in the fluorescent light.

"Mama Mia," Jesse breathed as he also started to strip down. His pale Celtic skin becoming more and more flushed. He leaned in towards Cake Boss, and whispered, "Can I have a bite?"

They made rough, all-consuming sex, and then they made slow, passionate sex. Then, when they were both basking in the afterglow, Laura burst in.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS?!" Laura screams at the top of her lungs.

"Laura!" Jesse screamed, as Buddy continued to lounge languidly.

"I love you but I love Buddy as well!" Jesse admitted, Laura looked pensive.

"Well if that's the case," she started to say. "Mind if I join in?"

"Sure, why not!" The two say in unison

Then, the three of them make the most wildest, erotic, and arousing sex they have ever made.