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*This story will eventually be NSFW so he forewarned. *This story is property of the author. Usual disclaimers apply.

New story here. It promises to be cute, romantic, erotic and a little shocking. Feed back is always appreciated.

Buns In The Oven

Chapter 1:

I moved to town almost a year ago. Hard to believe I've been here that long already but that's probably the easiest thing to believe looking back. My life has changed so much in the last year if I didn't know myself so well, well I wouldn't believe it happened.

It all started like I said a year ago when my aunt passed away. She and I were pretty close. Growing up I came out here every year to spend the summer with her "in the country" as she liked to say. She had a beautiful house out in Virginia's famed horse country right near the small village of Middleburg.

Sadly she got sick; cancer. By the time it was discovered it had already spread too much for the doctors to do more than keep her as comfortable as possible the last few months.

Apparently my aunt had enjoyed my summers in the country with her as much as I had. At the reading of her will I learned that she had left her house to me. My friends all told me I should sell it, that I'd make a fortune and believe me I knew I would. I'm a real estate broker. I lived in Washington, D.C. and worked for a prestigious agency. Most of the time the properties I sold were in the District but occasionally I'd sell a property out here - a client wanting to upgrade to a bigger "country" home to spend weekends away from the city.

The house was built in the 1850s and had a lot of character as well as a lot of rooms and about 5 acres. Not much land compared to the other places around here but it was one of the biggest lots closest to the village so it had value. Still I couldn't sell it.

So I talked with my boss and convinced him to open a satellite branch in Middleburg to deal with the sales we were seeing more of in the area. He was hesitant at first until I told him I'd set up shop in my own home. That got him. As much as the agency made he was always a stickler.

With the decision made, I rented out my condo in the city and moved a good 40 miles west, past all the suburbs and back to the past. It was exciting. I missed it out here. It was a nice change of pace.

My friends couldn't believe I decided to make the move. A young, handsome, gay, successful real estate broker moving away from all the presumed action both socially and career wise, but I was comfortable with my decision. Plus, I told them, there's a lot of wineries out here and now I had more than enough room for any of them to come out and spend the weekend. That sold them.

Chapter 2:

I quickly settled into my "new" settings. I converted the study into an office suitable to see potential clients in and did some other renovations around the house. My aunt had taken good care of the place but it was 160 years old so there was always something that needed fixing.

I spent a lot of time at home the first couple months, working from my new office. Everything was going good, I'd already made a few big sales but something was off.

Finally it hit me. Aside from meeting with clients and taking them to see properties, I was spending nearly all my time at home. Yeah my friends had come out a few times but my social life was seriously lacking.

I decided to really start enjoying the locale more. In the time I'd lived here I hadn't spent any time in the village aside from running to the grocery store or filling up my Rover at the gas station.

There were so many different little stores and restaurants in Middleburg. If I wanted coffee, I didn't have to go to Starbucks, I could go to the little coffee shop, whatever it was called. And there was a bakery I'd been meaning to try and it wasn't a Panera.

So the next day, a Sunday, after the open house I was doing, I went in to town. I was starving. I didn't have a chance to eat all morning and forget about lunch. At least I'd gotten an offer on the house though.

I parked and got out, looking up and down the street at my different options. I decided on the bakery. Little did I know that this decision would change my life.

I opened the door, smiling at the quaint little bell that jingled, announcing my arrival.

"Hey Andy, you're right on time!" The man behind the counter said with his back to me. "Just gotta bag up the last couple loaves of French and they're all yours," he said heading toward the back.

I stood there puzzled for a second 'cause I'm not Andy. "Um," I began.

The man turned around and looked at me. I looked back. He was gorgeous. Mid-twenties, maybe a year or two younger than me, 5'11" or so, big, broad shoulders and dark brown hair. He was sporting some stubble, it looked good on him. So did the little belly he had going on, pushing out slightly against his apron.

"Oh I'm sorry," he smiled. "I was expecting someone else."

"Andy?" I asked with a laugh.

"Yeah," he grinned. "He picks up anything I don't sell at the end of the day and brings it to a local shelter," he explained.

"That's very nice," I nodded.

"Yeah he's a good kid," the stud agreed. "Here he is now in fact," he nodded toward the door as a gangly teenager came in with a big empty box. "Will you excuse me for a minute?"

"Sure," I smiled.

I watched as Andy went behind the counter and followed the man toward the back. I took a seat at a table and looked around. The place was cute. Cute but masculine at the same time. Really different. And it smelled wonderful. I looked to the display case and saw it was empty. Shit he was closing up.

Soon the man and Andy returned. The man led the way to the door, Andy following behind him, his arms straining under the weight of all the baked goods he was carrying.

"See you Tuesday, Andy!" The man waved as he closed the door behind the teen.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were closing," I said as I stood.

"No worries," he shrugged. "But I'm afraid I won't have much to offer right now. What were you looking for?"

"Just a sandwich," I said.

"I think I can muster something up," he grinned.

"Oh no," I said waving him off. "You're closing up. Don't worry about it. Plus it doesn't look like there's anything left," I said, indicating the empty shelves.

"Not for just anyone," he smirked. "But for you, I'll make an exception."

"Really you don't have to," I assured him. "I'll just run over to Safeway. It's been keeping me going for the last couple months."

"So you live around here?"

"Yeah," I said. "I live right outside the village."

"Haven't seen you around before," he smiled.

"Yeah well works been keeping me pretty busy," I shrugged. "I realized I live near such a cool little village I should really come see what it has to offer."

"What do you do?"

"Real estate," I said. "I'm Matt by the way," I smiled, extending my hand. "Matt Reese."

"Good to meet you Matt, I'm Brady Samuels," he smiled, shaking my hand.

"Brady the baker huh?" I laughed.

"That's me," he grinned. "So what kind of sandwich did you want?"

"Really don't worry about it," I tried again.

"I insist," Brady said firmly.

"Well then," I said. "Whatever's easiest for you. I'd eat just about anything right now, I'm starving."

"Alright," Brady nodded. "Lemme just lock up," he said, walking to the front door. "And then I'll make that sandwich!" He said with a wink.

Chapter 3:

"Hope you like turkey and brie," Brady said as he returned with a wrapped sandwich and an apple, handing both to me.

"Sounds awesome," I grinned. It really did.

"You're more than welcome to eat it here," he said. "I've still got some stuff to do before I'm done closing."

"Oh no," I said. "I'll get out of you hair. How much do I owe you?" I asked, reaching in my wallet and pulling out my credit card.

"On the house," Brady smiled. "Welcome to the village."

"No seriously let me pay," I insisted.

"I would," Brady paused. "But it's cash only."

"Oh shit!" I said, rifling through my wallet. Of course I had no cash.

"Seriously Matt, don't worry about it."

"Well thanks man," I smiled sheepishly. "I'll remember the cash next time I promise."

"Let me let you out," Brady said, leading me toward the door.

"Thanks again," I said when I was out.

"Stop by and let me know what you thought of the sandwich," Brady smiled.

"Will do," I grinned.

I walked back to my car, sandwich and apple in hand. I turned back to see Brady locking up behind me then turning back into the bakery, rubbing his back as he walked. Must've had a long day on his feet.

Chapter 4:

The sandwich didn't even make it half the way home and I only live like five minutes away. It was that good. The bread... Oh my God, heaven. Brady the baker really could bake!

I tried to stop by the next day but the bakery was closed on Mondays. I meant to stop by the next day, and the next but something always came up, whether it was work or the house.

Soon it was Sunday again but this time no open house. I took it easy in the morning, figuring the bakery would be pretty busy with the after church crowd.

Afternoon came around and so did some rain. Good, that might keep other people away! I headed over an hour earlier than I'd gone the last time so this time we might have some more time to talk. And this time I brought cash.

I smiled again as the little bell announced my arrival. There was Brady behind the counter, looking sexy as ever. There were a couple people in line waiting to be served so I took my place behind them. Brady looked up, saw me and gave a quick grin.

"I guess you didn't like the sandwich," he said when I made it to the front of the line.

"It was great actually," I responded. "it didn't even make it the ride home."

"Took you a week to come back though," he said, raising an eyebrow.

"I know," I sighed. "I came by on Monday actually but you were closed and then I just got caught up with work."

"Yeah, yeah," he said rolling his eyes.

"It's true!" I laughed. "I've been dying for some more of that bread though. It was amazing!"

"Thanks," he smiled. "How 'bout another sandwich then and maybe a loaf to go?"

"Sounds good," I nodded. "But make the sandwich for here this time."

"Ok," he nodded.

He set to work making my sandwich, telling me to grab a seat. As he worked on my meal, I hoped no one else would come in so we'd have time to talk.

"Here you go," Brady said as he put my sandwich down in front of me.

"Looks awesome," I grinned.

"Want a drink?"

"Water's fine," I said.

He left to get me water. Before he returned he went to the door and locked it.

"Aren't you still open for another hour?" I asked as he sat down across from me.

"Yeah but it's been slow today," he sighed. "With the rain and all."

"So," I said as I took a bite. "Mmm, oh man, this is so good!"

"Thank you," he smiled.

"This bread," I practically moaned. "Man it's incredible!"

"Just a little recipe I picked up in France," he shrugged. "It is pretty good though."

"You've been to France?" I asked as I took another bite.

"Yeah," he nodded. "I took some cooking classes there after I got out of the Army."

"The army huh?"

"Yep, I was in for 4 years," he said. "Once I got out I decided to get into what really interested me, open up my own bakery."

"Very cool," I smiled.

"Glad you think so," he laughed. "My friends and family all thought I was crazy. Especially all my Army friends when I told them I was opening a bakery. But I've been doing pretty good for myself. Been open for 2 years now."

"Well if the other things you make are as good as this bread, I'm sure you've got quite a following," I grinned.

"It pays the bills," Brady chuckled. "Probably not as well as your business though."

"But you're doing something you really like," I pointed out. "You followed your dream."

"And you didn't?"

"Well," I said, sipping my water. "I love what I do but I wouldn't say it was my dream."

"So what's your dream then?" Brady asked, leaning in to the table.

"I dunno," I said slowly. "Ha, sounds pretty lame. Not knowing what my dream even is."

"You're still young," Brady said. "No need to rush."

"Easy to say when you're what? 24 and you've already figured out what you want to do with your life?"

"25 actually," Brady corrected me. "How old are you?"

"28," I answered.

"Wouldn't peg you for a year over 27," Brady joked.

"That's nice to hear," I laughed. "It's funny though."

"What?"

"No one really asks 'how old are you?' anymore," I said as I took another bite of my sandwich. "I guess I haven't really thought about how old I'm getting."

"Oh please," Brady laughed. "28 is not old."

"I know but still," I sighed. "I thought my life would be different when I was 28."

"How so?"

"I dunno. I thought I'd have found that right guy by now, start to settle down, think about a family, you know."

"So you're gay?" Brady asked.

Uh oh. Here I was spilling my thoughts out to this guy who just told me he was in the Army. He was probably straight. Well but then again his dream was to be a baker...

"Yeah," I nodded.

"About time," Brady chuckled.

"Excuse me?"

"It's about time a cute, young (he emphasized young), single gay guy moved into town," he smiled.

"I hadn't seen too many myself I guess," I smiled back. Good, he seemed to be cool with it.

"Aside from you and me," Brady said, leaning back in his chair, his belly sticking out a little more than I'd noticed last week. "I haven't seen any."

"Wait, so you're gay?" I asked.

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Awesome!" I grinned. "I mean it's just cool that there's another gay guy out here. It's not awesome that you're gay, I mean it's not not awesome that you're gay, you know..."

"I know what you mean," Brady laughed. "I think it's pretty awesome to be gay myself though."

"Oh I do too," I assured him. I didn't want him to think I was a closet case or anything. "I like being gay! A lot!"

"I'm glad you're so comfortable with it," he chuckled.

"You're making fun of me," I smirked.

"No I'm not," he grinned, leaning back in. "Well maybe a little. But I am glad you're so comfortable being gay."

"Why's that?" I asked.

"'Cause then you won't mind me doing this," he said, standing up and walking over to me. He bent down and gave me a sweet kiss on the lips. No make out, crazy, sloppy kiss, just a cute little one. It was over almost as quick as it started and Brady stood there smiling down at me. "You didn't mind that did you?"

"Not at all," I blushed. "In fact, let's do it again," I grinned, pulling him in for round two.
Chapter 5:

And so it began. Two simple kisses blossomed into a relationship. Over the next couple months our relationship continued to grow and so did Brady.

I attributed his growing middle to his line of work. I mean he was a baker and a good one at that. He was always snacking on something when I came to see him. It was cute to see him fill out. I wasn't complaining, in fact I'd done some growing myself, just a few pounds, nothing major and nothing compared to the belly Brady was growing.

Everything was going great. We were taking it slow and hadn't gotten past first base. Usually I would be up in arms if I guy hadn't put out by now but I felt something special for Brady. Still I was hoping we'd take our relationship to the next level soon.

Memorial Day weekend came around. I'd convinced Brady to hire a couple people to help him out at the bakery so he wouldn't have to work so much. He agreed and even decided to take the whole holiday weekend off and let his staff work without him.

He came over to my place Saturday morning. It was already unseasonably warm so I had my pool maintenance company come out early to get the pool running for the season. We were having a few of my friends over that evening for a barbecue and I thought it would be nice to use the pool.

When Brady arrived I had already gone to the store. He came with a few loaves of his famous bread, some rolls and a cake so we were set. We had the whole morning to just relax and wait for our guests.

I suggested we hang out by the pool. Brady agreed and I went to get into my suit. When I went out back I found Brady laying out in a chair but he still had his shirt and shorts on.

"Don't you wanna go for a swim?" I asked as I eased myself into the pool.

"I didn't bring a suit," he said from the side. "I'm fine though, just gonna work on my tan."

"Don't you wanna take your shirt off?" I suggested. "Don't wanna start the season of with a bad farmer's tan."

"Yeah I guess," he sighed, as he leaned forward and pulled his shirt off.

It was the first time I saw him without a shirt (like I said we were taking it slow). His broad smooth shoulders and meaty chest were enough to make me drool. Then I saw his belly. It really poked out and hung over his waistband. It didn't look like the type of belly you get from eating too much, it looked more like the start of a beer belly. A really good start. It was really sexy though so I didn't say anything.

I swam a few laps then just splashed around the pool by myself, happy that the warm weather had returned. Brady lay in the sun, hands resting behind his head causing his biceps and pecs to bulge slightly. His whole upper body was a variety of sexy bulges. I loved it.

When my skin started to prune I decided it was time to get out. Brady was still sunning himself and as I dried off I realized he was sleeping as he snored softly. I watched as his newly tanned chest rose and fell with each gentle breath and the belly he had only looked better with its new color. I had to do something.

Quietly I walked up to Brady and kneeled down next to him. I placed one hand at the top of his belly and one at the bottom above the waistband of his shorts. It felt so warm and solid, it felt amazing. He had the cutest little innie belly button I'd ever seen. I just had to kiss it, so I did. Once, twice, three times, then I trailed my tongue over his happy trail down toward his shorts.

"Matt?" Brady asked sleepily. "What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry babe," I smiled at him. "You just looked so amazing and your belly it just looked so..."

"So fat right?" Brady huffed.

"No! Not at all!" I assured him.

"Yeah right Matt don't lie!" Brady said sitting up, crossing his arms over his chest. "I know you've noticed that I've been gaining weight. I've seen you look at me."

"Well," I began.

"See!" Brady pouted.

"I have noticed," I confirmed. "But I don't mind. I think it's cute in fact. Why else would I kiss your stomach?"

"Well," Brady sighed. "I dunno?"

"So you put on a few pounds?" I shrugged. "So have I if you didn't notice," I smirked, rubbing my ever so slight belly.

"Nothing compared to mine," Brady chuckled.

"Baby it's fine," I assured him, coming in for a kiss.

He kissed back but then pulled away. "No it's not!" He said forcefully.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, surprised at Brady's sudden defensiveness.

"Look I need to go," he said as he stood and reached for his shirt.

"What? Why?"

"I need to go," he said as he pulled his shirt on. "I'm sorry. This just isn't going to work anymore."

"Brady!" I called as he walked inside. I quickly got up from the ground and ran after him. "Hey!" I said as I grabbed his wrist. "What's going on? What's the matter?"

"This just isn't going to work anymore Matt I'm sorry," he said. I could see tears in his eyes.

"I don't understand," I said, genuinely puzzled. "Did I upset you somehow? Did I say something?"

"No," he said quietly, looking to his feet. He wouldn't look me in the eyes.

"Is it 'cause I kissed your belly?" I asked with a smirk. "Please tell me it's not something that silly babe."

"No Matt!" Brady yelled. "Look this isn't funny!"

"Ok, ok!" I said, holding up my hands. "I'm sorry. Please just tell me what's upsetting you so much."

"There's nothing to tell you," he sighed. He looked at me as the tears started to well. "I just don't think we should see each other anymore."

"Brady," I said calmly, putting my hands on his shoulders. "Just tell me why?"

"I don't want to," he sighed.

"Well you're not leaving until you do," I said forcefully.

"Oh yeah?" He scoffed. "I'll leave if I want!"

"Fine," I said, starting to get defensive myself. I took my hands off of him. "Go. I was just trying to talk to you, work this out. If you wanna just leave fine," I said. I was mad. Here I was falling for this guy and all of sudden out of the pure blue, wham!

I turned and walked back outside. I didn't want to see him go. I plopped myself down in the chair Brady had been laying in and covered my face with my hands.

"Ahhh!" I groaned into my hands. "What the fuck?!?"

I sat there, face covered for a few minutes. I didn't want to open my eyes, afraid if I did the tears I felt forming would spill out.

"Matt?" I heard Brady say softly from above me.

"What?" I asked gruffly.

"I'm sorry," he said.

I heard him sit down in the chair next to me and felt him as he reached for my hand to pull it away from my face. I turned away.

"Matt look at me," he said. I didn't. "Matt," he said again, pulling at my hand. "Look at me please."

Finally I turned to him. He looked so sad. He'd already shed a few tears. Good at least I wasn't the first one to cry. I never cry over guys.

"What?" I asked.

"I said I'm sorry," he said quietly.

"Ok," I shrugged. I turned away again.

"You just told me you wanted to talk about this but I guess you don't," Brady said. I could hear the anger coming to his voice. "If that's what you want..."

"It's not," I said, turning back to him and grabbing his arm. "I'm sorry too ok? I just want you to tell me what's going on? Where's all this coming from 'cause I have no idea? I thought everything was going great? I'm so happy, well I was and I thought you were too!"

"I am!" Brady smiled. "It's just," I saw the tears welling again. "I can't tell you. If I tell you it won't work out anyway so..."

"Jesus, Brady," I yelled. "Just spit it out already will you? What the hell's the matter?"

"I'm pregnant," he said quickly. I just stared at him. "Did you hear me? I said I'm pregnant."

"I heard you," I said slowly. "But how? We've never had..."

"I know," he sighed, looking down at the belly that was starting to fill his lap. "Obviously I'm not pregnant by you."

"Oh," I said dumbly.

"But it's not what you think," Brady began. "It happened before I met you."

"Oh," I said again.

"I just," he fumbled. "I didn't know how to tell you. I've wanted to tell you so many times. Then I thought I wouldn't have to. I didn't think it would last this long," he continued. "I thought you'd catch on sooner and end it yourself."

"I just thought you were puttin' on some weight!" I laughed. "I even think there was a chance you were pregnant!"

"Well I am! I'm 4 months pregnant!"

"So what's the deal with the other father?" I asked cautiously.

"There is no deal," Brady said. "It was a one time thing. He was in town for a horse show and one thing led to another, I don't even know his name."

"So you haven't been seeing him?"

"Of course not! I've been seeing you!" Brady yelled.

"Ok!" I said. "So..."

"So break up with me!" Brady yelled again. "This isn't what you signed up for!"

"I," I began. "It's not," I agreed. "But that doesn't mean I don't want to be with you anymore."

"What?" Brady asked, obviously surprised.

"Brady," I said, sitting up so I could face him. "I really like you a lot. Like a lot a lot."

"And I like you," Brady confirmed.

"So why would we break up?" I asked.

"'Cause I pregnant with another man's babies?" he shrugged.

"Wait babies?" I asked.

"Yeah," Brady sighed, looking down at his belly. "Twins."

"Wow," I said. "Ok twins."

"You still wanna date me now?" Brady frowned.

"Of course," I smiled. "Remember what I said to you a couple months ago? That I always thought when I was 28 I would be settling down with the right guy, starting a family?"

"Yeah," Brady said slowly.

"Well," I said moving in closer. "Maybe I am?"

"You think?" Brady smirked.

"I think," I nodded, kissing Brady on the lips.
Chapter 6:

"Two girls!" Brady exclaimed. "Can you believe it?"

"Two big girls," I laughed, reaching over to rub Brady's big belly as we drove home from his 6 month exam.

"Yeah," he sighed, putting a hand on either side of his belly. "I'm already the size of a guy at full term with one baby. And I still have 3 months of growing! I'm gonna be huge!"

"And sexy!" I grinned.

"Glad you think so," Brady laughed. "I'm already starting to think I look like a hippo!"

"I wouldn't call you a hippo just yet," I joked. "Like you said you've still got 3 months of growing to do!"

"3 more months and we're going to be parents," Brady said, almost in amazement.

"It's going so fast," I smiled. "But I'm glad we've still got time before the girls arrive."

"Why's that?"

"There's so much to do," I began. "We haven't officially moved you out of your place yet, haven't started on the nursery, and now that we know we're having girls, we have to start thinking of names!"

"Yeah we've got a lot to do before they come," Brady nodded. "And I need to figure out what I'm gonna do about the bakery."

"You do," I agreed. "And soon 'cause the doctor doesn't want you on your feet all day anymore or a lot of lifting."

"What do you think I should do?"

"I think you've hired a good staff," I said. "They seem capable. Maybe think about hiring a manager?"

"That's a good idea," Brady nodded. "I'm going to want some time home with the girls after their born too."

"Exactly," I agreed. "Hiring a manager for at least the next few months would let you not have to worry so much about the day to day operations."

"Can I afford it though?" Brady asked.

"With the kind of business you're doing, I think you can," I encouraged. "But if you ever run into issues, I'll help you cover."

"You don't have to do that Matt," Brady said shaking his head.

"I know I don't have to," I smiled. "But if it comes to that I want to help. We're in this together now. Ok?"

"Ok," Brady nodded. "How'd I get so lucky?" He asked reaching for my hand.

"Funny," I smirked, taking his hand. "I was just asking myself the same thing."

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