Date: Tue, 7 Dec 2004 16:56:48 -0800 (PST)
From: John Vincent <tarf67tla@yahoo.com>
Subject: Auctioned Off: On The Bloc

Auctioned Off: On the Bloc
By: J. Vincent

Standards disclaimers apply. This story is purely fictional. Any likeness
to real people is coincidental. This story deals with adult material of a
sexual nature. If you aren't old enough to read stories like this, then
stop here. Or read on, I don't really care.

If you like the story, or not, take the time to let me know. If I get
enough response, I'll write chapter 2. My e-mail is
tarf67tla@yahoo.com. Hope you enjoy!

*****

"Nah, I don't think so Darren," I said, really not wanting anything to do
with this.

"But all the money goes to charity, AIDS prevention," Darren said, a little
out of breath trying to keep up with my pace. We were on our way to class.

"I understand it's a good cause and all man, I'll make like a $50.00
donation."

"You'd get us a lot more than $50, Luke. Please think about it, you don't
have to tell me for sure right now." There was a pleading tone to his
voice. I looked over at him and his eyes were pleading as well.

The guy I'm talking to is a friend of mine, Darren Wanamaker. Darren and I
went to the same High School. We knew each other then, though not really.
We ended up at the same university, with the same major. We had mutual
classes and since we kind of knew each other, and Darren is super-smart, we
started studying together. We didn't see each other too much socially,
although we did grab a meal here and there and he would occasionally come
to one of my Fraternity's parties.

"Darren, you know I'm cool with you being gay and all. But what you are
asking is pushing it a little bit; I'd feel really uncomfortable on a date
with a guy."

"It's not like you got to sleep with the guy. All you got to do is go to
dinner with him or a movie or something. And they'll be a bunch of straight
girls at the auction, so there's just as good a chance that your date will
be with a woman."

Darren came out of the closet about a year ago, when we were sophomores. It
really wasn't surprising to me, I kind of knew already. He wasn't feminine
or anything. But I could tell from his eyes, even in high school; the way
he looked at me with a kind of desire in his eyes. He never spoke about
girls and I can't recall him ever having a girlfriend. It wasn't forefront
on my mind that he was a homo, but in retrospect, it made sense.

Whatever. It didn't bother me - to each their own. He was really good to me
and never actually hit on me or tried touching me. So why should I care
what he does in private? Now don't get me wrong - I don't understand it. I
mean, how could a guy not find chicks desirable and fuckable? Kissing
another dude? Hairy legs and chests? What makes a man want to suck another
man's dick? I don't even want to think what else they do together. The
concept is unfathomable to me.

And here is Darren asking me if I will participate in the Gay Student
Union's Annual Bachelor and Bachelorette Auction. He may be saying that a
girl will buy me, but I don't even want to take a chance that I'll be
bought by a guy. How awkward would that be? If my Fraternity Brothers or
one of the guys from the team found out, I'd have to hear it for a
month. They already give me shit about hanging out with 'that queer,'
meaning Darren.

"If that's the case, I don't think that Bernadette is going to go for
this."

"Actually," Darren said, "I already talked to Bern about this and she said
that she was cool with it, guy or girl."

Damn, I was hoping that excuse would put an end to this. We were right
outside the classroom by this point and I stopped before going in. Darren
stopped besides me.

"Darren, listen." I tried to choose my words carefully, not wanting to seem
to put off by Darren's lifestyle. "I know you help me out a lot with
studying and homework and shit. And you know that I'd help you out with
anything that I could. But not this; I can't do this. I'm sorry."

I watched Darren's face drop in defeat. "All right," he said, "I guess I
understand. I just thought that you would raise a lot of money for us."

I felt bad, but relieved at the same time. I told myself that I would give
him $100 instead of $50.

"So I got practice after class," I said, changing the subject, "but I'll
give you a call later to set some time to work on that marketing project."

"All right, talk to you later Luke."

We parted ways as we entered the Lecture Hall. I sat in the back with a
couple of my Fraternity Brothers and Darren took a seat closer to the front
of the room.

*****

"Hey Babe, what are you doing here?" I said to Bernadette, who was sprawled
out on my bed studying. It wasn't that I didn't want her here; I just
didn't expect to see her.

"Waiting for you," she said with a huge smile. She was wearing my Steelers
jersey, which was way too big on her. She had no pants or skirt on, just
all leg showing. I couldn't tell for sure, but if I guessed, she wasn't
wearing any panties.

"Yeah?" I asked, dropping both my book and gym bags off my shoulder.

"Yeah."

"What'cha studying?"

"Behavioral Psychology. Have an exam on Thursday."

I walked up to the bed, leaned in and gave her a kiss. She pushed her book
off the bed and tried pulling me onto the bed with her. I resisted a
little.

"I have to take a shower, I'm sweaty and stinky from working out."

"I like you sweaty and stinky," she responded and put her lips on mine
again. My dick grew hard under my sweatpants and any resistance that I had
was gone. I let her pull me to the bed and then she rolled on top of me.

"Well, I guess there's no need showering if we are just going to get sweaty
all over again," I said, stopping our deep kissing briefly.

"I need a good sweat," she replied as she lifted my still sweaty t-shirt
over my head and pulled it off.

"A good, hard sweat?" I teased back as I pulled my jersey off her sexy
body. Yeah, I was right. She was wearing nothing under there. I took one
tit in each of my hands and started caressing.

"Like we never sweated before," she answered as she slid back over my legs
a bit to untie my sweatpants. Without her bodyweight holding the fabric of
my pants down, my crotch tented as I went hard...

The two of us were lying in bed, naked, after a good sweaty fuck. We were
both quiet, enjoying our intertwined bodies as we basked in the bliss of
each of our orgasms. Bernadette's head was nestled into my chest as I
stroked her soft auburn hair. I remembered my conversation with Darren
earlier and I thought that I would kid Bern about it.

"So I hear you said it was OK that I go on a date with someone else."

She pulled her head away from my chest and looked up at my face. She had
the most beautiful blue eyes. "Huh?" She looked confused.

"That auction. Darren said you were all right with me to go on a date with
another girl."

Her confusion turned to a smile. "Oh yeah," she said as pulled a fallen
eyelash from under my eye. "For one night, and I mean one night," she
stressed, "You have my permission."

"What if she wants me to put out?" I teased, trying to keep a straight
face.

"Depends on how much she paid." While I was keeping a straight face, she
had a wry smirk going.

"What's that smile for?"

"Or he."

"He what?"

"He. A guy. If a guy buys you," she laughed.

"You think that's funny, huh?"

"Kind of, yeah. I'd love to be a fly on the wall watching that date.
Romantic restaurant, candle light, you ordering dinner for the both of you,
the two of you sharing dessert - one fork. With him feeding you of course."

She was laughing more. Now I was sorry I brought it up. Though she was
laughing like it was funny, it was almost as if she was mocking me. I could
hear it in her tone. I don't know why, but I suddenly took offense to that.

"You don't think that I could do it?"

"The President of the biggest Fraternity on campus and Captain of the Swim
Team going out on a date with a guy? No, I don't think that you could do
it."

"Well, I think you think too little of me."

"No offense sweetie, but you'd be way too concerned what everyone else
would say."

It was like she had read my mind earlier. She was right, of course, but she
didn't have to know that.

"No I wouldn't. Everyone would know it was for charity."

"Right," she said sarcastically and rolled her eyes.

"You're right that's right."  She was starting to upset me.

"So you told Darren that you would do it?"

"I did." Damn, how did I get myself into this? No going back now.

"Wow, I'm impressed. Maybe I did think too little of you. But then again,
you aren't too little at all, are you?" Under the sheet, Bernadette's hand
went to my crotch and grabbed my half-stiff dick, which went rigid in her
hand.

"Mmmphhh," I breathed heavily as she jerked my cock, pulling the foreskin
up and down, over my bulbous head, which was still a slick from my orgasm.

"That's actually a pretty sexy thought, you with another guy."

"Well that's not happening."

"I know. But the thought of it is still pretty hot."

"No, this is pretty hot," I said as rolled on top of her, sliding my dick
inside her wet pussy as we started round two. Her mouth opened to a wide
"O" as I filled her...

*****

"Are you nervous?" Bernadette asked, over the loud DJ music that was coming
from the stage.

"No, not really," I lied.

"You'll do fine," Bernadette said, straightening the tuck of my black
t-shirt into the pair of black slacks that I was wearing.

We were in a waiting room off the main stage of the Campus Theater where
the auction was being held. When the evening started, there were about 30
of us waiting our turn to be called out onto stage and auctioned off for
charity. As requested, all of us were wearing all black. One-by-one the
room cleared out, so that Bern and I were the last ones remaining.

If I had known that I would be the last to go, after waiting almost two
hours, I never would have shown up before the auction started as we were
instructed. Though I was appreciative of the now empty room, free from the
stares of the 20 something gay dudes that were checking me out. This was
the new millennium and I consider myself a hip guy. I could deal with a guy
checking me out, but in close quarters like this where I was the minority,
their obvious stares bugged me out a little.

When I told Bernadette, she said that they were all hot and that I should
take it as a compliment. I kind of did, but girls just don't understand.
Thank god she was with me though. I never could have stood here for two
hours by myself. It was probably the most public displays of affection
between the two of us in the shortest time ever, if you know what I mean.

The music stopped and the emcee started describing the Bachelorette that
was next on the auction bloc. Shortly after, he started taking bids,
starting at $20 and working up in $10 increments.

Darren came through the door. "Almost time. You doing OK?"

"A little nervous," I admitted to Darren.

"Nothing to be nervous about man. You'll be on stage for like 5 minutes and
then it will be done."

"Cool. Are there a lot of people out there?"

"Actually, yeah; a lot more than we expected. Not to make you more nervous,
but I think everyone is waiting around for you."

"Great." I tried to sound positive, but I think it came out more sarcastic
because Bern grabbed my hand in hers. "So what's been the highest bid been
so far?"

"Not sure exactly, I think $120."

"Wow, that's pretty good, no?"

"Yeah, awesome." The music started again and took Darren's attention for a
second. "All right, you're on in like a minute. Come out when he starts
talking about you. I'm going to go back to my spot. See you out there."

"See ya," I replied.

Before getting through the door, Darren stopped and turned back to Bern and
me.

"Luke."

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for this. Everyone said you wouldn't do it, or that you wouldn't
show up. And I know you didn't want to do it at first. But I wanted to..."

"Darren," I cut him off. He wasn't even looking at me, he was speaking to
the ground.

"Yeah?" He said, moving his eyes up to mine.

"You're welcome," I said and gave him a wink. I'm not really the sensitive
type, especially with another guy. I felt his sincerity. I know what he was
saying. No need for us to go through this. Darren shook his head in
acknowledgement and left.

"That was sweet," Bern said, squeezing my hand. "You made him the hero of
this group of his, you know."

"I guess," I said, reaching into my pocket and pulling out a wad of $20
bills. "What do you think, $200 will due?"

"I don't like this at all," she said, letting go of my hand.

We had discussed this earlier, before getting here. "If it's a girl, let
her win the bid. But if it's a couple of gay guys bidding back and forth,
then you make the final bid. OK?"

"People know I'm your girlfriend. It will look weird."

"Who cares? The money goes to charity either way. OK?" I asked again as I
put my lips to hers and slid my tongue into her mouth.

"OK," she said when our lips parted, "But you better make it $300, just in
case."

"I want my change..." I joked as I gave her the cash. She always kept the
change, but I always told her I wanted it back. It was a joke between us,
sometimes a costly joke on my part.

A couple of seconds later, the music stopped and I knew that was my cue.
My heart started to race. "Wish me luck," I asked.

"Good luck," she said and gave me one last kiss.

*****

"Last, but certainly not least," the Emcee announced, "The Bachelor that
you have all been waiting for."

The place erupted in applause, screams and catcalls. I walked out onto the
stage, trying to keep my cool. I stopped in the center of the stage, right
next to the Emcee. The stage was brightly lit and it was difficult for me
to make out the faces of the screaming audience. I could tell that the
place was packed, with probably a couple of hundred people out there.

"Everyone knows this Bachelor. Some of you may know him as the President of
Sigma Pi (applause). Others may know him as the Captain of the Swim Team
(more applause). Personally, I know him real well from when he comes to me
in my fantasies every night, if you know what I mean..."

The place roared with laughter as I turned a shade of red. My heart was
beating like crazy, but I had a rush of adrenaline as well. I turned to
look at the Emcee, who was a smaller guy, real skinny. He spoke with a
little bit of a lisp and frankly, looked gay as gay can be. I was a little
weirded out thinking about this guy jerking off to me. He was probably just
kidding, I told myself.

"When not swimming, or doing, well, whatever it is that Frat Boys do with
each other in those houses, Luke enjoys the beach, snowboarding, riding
motorcycles, and working out." He was reading off a fact sheet that we all
had completed before the auction started. "As for his stats, this guy's 6
foot 2 inches tall and 210 pounds of grade-A beef, (pause while the room
applauded). Luke, can you tell us what size shoe you wear?"

He stuck the microphone in front of my mouth and wanted me to answer. "Uh,
size 14," I said into the microphone.

"Good lord," he said, taking the microphone back and talking to the crowd.
"Those of us who have been to some of the swim meets and seen you in a
Speedo can certainly vouch that what they say is true, big feet,
big...well...you know."

The place broke out in laughter again, and so did I. I was actually
enjoying the attention to a certain degree.

"Now, not to disappoint all the queers in the room, but Luke here is
straight (boos from the crowd, a few cheers from the females) and does have
a girlfriend. But Darren, who is responsible for getting Luke to do this,
did talk to his girlfriend Bernadette Riley. And she has agreed, for the
sake of charity, to allow one of you lucky guys a night with her stud,
skies the limit!"

I went for the microphone and pulled it closer to me. "That goes for the
ladies, too."

"Yeah, like they have a chance," the Emcee joked and the crowd again
laughed. "But he's right, this is an equal-opportunity room, so good luck
to all you ladies...or not! With that said, how about we start the
bidding?"

"Take your shirt off!" someone in the crowd yelled. I knew the voice. It
was Dan, my roommate and Fraternity Brother. I told them not to come, but I
should have known better. I was going to kill him later. I didn't want my
shirt off, and shook my head no.

"Take it off, take it off, take it off," Dan started chanting and a bunch
of voices joined him. Though I couldn't pinpoint any of the additional
voices, from their rowdiness, I knew it had to be some of my Brothers.
Again I shook my head and waived my hands no. The chant got louder as the
rest of the auditorium got into it.

I looked over at the Emcee, hoping that he would control this by moving
along with the auction. But he was no help. "Don't look at me, honey. The
room has spoken and I'm with them."

Strangely, part me suddenly wanted to take my shirt off. I loved to tease,
but it was girls that I loved to tease, not a bunch of guys. The chanting
fed my ego, so I went with it and pulled my shirt off.

"Woof," the Emcee said, "Check out that chest and those abs." I felt his
eyes, along with the room's, on my naked torso. I don't know why, all the
attention I guess, but my dick started to go a little stiff.

"We started the other bids at $20, but with what you're getting here, I'm
starting this one at $40. Do I hear $40?"

"$40!" a male voice yelled.

"$50?" the emcee asked.

"$50!" a different male bid.

"How about $60?"

"Sixty!" yet another male voice yelled.

I started to get a little nervous hearing only men bid. 'Come on
Bernadette, don't let me down,' I thought to myself. But the next bid was
from a chick, and it wasn't Bern. The pace of the auction sped up. It was
still mostly men, though every few was from the ladies. Before I even know
it, they were past $200.00 and quickly approaching $300.00.

"Do I hear $300?"

"$300!" A male voice yelled.

Shit, Bernadette was out of cash. I hope she knew that I had more if she
needed.

"Can I get $310?"

"$310," Bernadette said. That a girl!

"$320?"

"$320!" A male again, damn.

The first pause in the bidding was at $390.00, and some guy had made the
bid.

"$390 going once," the emcee said, "$390 going twice. Oh come on, this
stud's worth at least $400.00. The money is going to charity people. Don't
let this guy take your dream-man for a measly $10."

Come on Bernadette, I pleaded to myself.

"$400!" But it wasn't her. It was another dude.

"$400 going once...$400 going twice...$400 going three times... (pause)...
$400 sold to Jacob Whitmore, you lucky bastard! Thanks everyone from
coming. We raised a lot of money tonight for the battle against AIDS. A
special thanks to all our Bachelors and Bachelorettes. We have the
auditorium till midnight, so feel free to hang out, mingle, dance,
whatever. Thanks again!"

The DJ put some music back on and the Emcee walked over to me.

"Thanks for doing this Luke, it really means a lot to us to get the support
of someone like you." He stuck out his hand and we shook.

His eyes averted to my lower stomach and I looked down to where he was
looking. My pants were riding low from when I pulled my shirt off, and the
top of my pubes that lead up to my trail were showing a little from under
the band of my underwear.

I took my hand back and put on my shirt. I took the stairs to the left off
the stage and looked for Bernadette. I was met with a bunch of thanks,
handshakes and looks from some of the guys. I was cool with them, making
brief conversation with a few of them.

Towards the back of the room I saw about 7 of my Brothers, all wearing
Letters. They were putting on their jackets and getting ready to leave.
They caught my gaze and I pointed them out, giving them a 'wait till we get
back to the house, you're dead' look. They just smiled and took off.

Bern found me. "Wow, $400," she smiled, "Can my Sorority auction you off
too?"

"Hey," I said, pulling her close to me and giving her a deep kiss. Yes, it
was another display of my heterosexuality, making sure all these gay guys
around me were certain that I was straight.

"What happened?" I asked her, raising my eyebrows so that she knew what I
meant without having to say it in front of everyone.

"What? You only gave me $300."

"I had more, you saw that."

"I wanted to let them have their fun. You'll have dinner with a gay guy and
make his year. I think it's cute."

"Cute? I thought you said that it was hot?"

"Dinner is cute, you naked in bed with another guy is hot."

"Now you're making me sick."

She laughed. "Well, you had no problem taking your shirt off up on stage."

"The Emcee wouldn't start until I..." I was interrupted with a tap on my
shoulder.

I turned around to find Darren standing there with another guy. "Jacob,
this is Luke. Luke, this is Jacob. Jacob's the fortunate one to get to go
on that date with you."

I was hit with a bunch of feelings all at the same time that I felt
nauseous. First, I was suddenly nervous. If you had asked me earlier if
tonight I was going to meet the guy who had "purchased" me, I would have
responded 'duh, of course.' But having to meet him completely slipped my
mind when I walked off stage. And now that he was standing in front of me,
catching me off-guard, I had no idea what to say to him.

Second, I was really confused. This guy, Jacob, could have been one of my
Fraternity Brothers. Being a truly competitive person, one of the things
that I have learned to do is size up my competition. Not that this Jacob is
my competition, but after so many years, its just comes natural to size
everyone up. Especially with someone who is just about my equal, as Jacob
appeared to be.

He was about exactly my height. He was wearing a red ball-cap backwards, so
it was hard for me to tell exactly. But we were eye-to-eye. He looked
pretty built, the size of his rather broad chest showing through a white
t-shirt that was a bit tighter than I would have worn. Or maybe he just
filled it out more.

He reached his hand out to shake mine, the short sleeve of his right arm
sliding up a bit as he did. It revealed a quite magnificent bicep,
surrounded by one of those barbed-wire tattoos that you see around. His
forearm matched in thickness. We squeezed hands, seeming that each of us
was trying to outdo the other. We often arm-wrestled around the House, and
I doubted that I could take this guy.

"Nice to meet you," he said in a voice deeper than my own. "We never spoke,
but I've seen you around the gym a bunch of times."

"Oh yeah, I thought you looked familiar," I lied. "Nice to meet you as
well."

I saw him look over at Bernadette. "This is my girlfriend, Bernadette," I
introduced.

"Hi," Jacob said, a little softer in voice. "Thanks for loaning your
boyfriend out." He was a charmer; I could see it in his face and the smile
that he shot her. If I didn't know better, I would have guessed that he was
hitting on her. But maybe I didn't know better. This guy didn't seem gay at
all.

"You're welcome," Bernadette replied. Was she blushing?

We stood there in silence for a couple of seconds before Jacob said
something. "So I feel a little weird asking this in front of your
girlfriend and all, but can I get your digits so I can give you a call?"

"A call?"

"Yeah, to plan the date."

"Sure, yeah, of course, the date," I stammered. The guy was making me
nervous for some reason. "The number is 555-7515."

He pulled out his cell phone and entered my number into it. "All right
Luke," he said when his phone was back in his pocket. "I'm looking forward
to it, we'll have a good time."

"Looking forward to it too."

'Why did you say that, stupid?' I reprimanded myself.

"Later," Jacob said turning to Darren, not saying goodbye to Bernadette.

"Well, that was a bit strange," I said to Bernadette and Darren when Jacob
was gone.

"He seems nice," Bern stated, "And hot." The last part was directed towards
Darren.

"A walking wet-dream is more like it," Darren added. He typically didn't
say stuff like that in front of me, but I guess this was his environment
and not mine. Though I did grimace my face a bit at him.

"Well, I'm already late for the mixer, which is not good being the Social
Chair. I'll come over later?" Bern asked me.

"Yeah, I'll be around the House with the pledges tonight."

"You did great tonight, I'm proud of how well you handled yourself," she
said and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Bye Darren."

"Bye Bernadette," Darren responded.

"You really did do great," Darren cheered. "I can't believe you took your
shirt off to a room of gay guys."

"It was just a shirt. So you know this guy Jacob?"

"Yeah, kind of, from around."

"Is he gay? He doesn't seem gay at all."

"He says he's gay, though a lot of us wonder if he really is. Don't get me
wrong, we don't thin he's lying or anything, but he's just so straight
acting that we talk about it."

I wanted to get out of there and Darren walked me to my car. I found out
more information about Jacob along the way. He was a junior, just like I
was. He was an English major. He lived in an apartment off campus, by
himself, though Darren wasn't sure. Though he looked like an athlete, he
wasn't on any athletic team besides the Gay Union's co-ed intramural
softball team.

"He really likes straight guys," Darren advised as we approached my car.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"At our meetings or socials, he's always talking about this and that
straight guy that he got in bed. There's plenty of really hot gay guys in
the Union that are always hitting on him, but he doesn't seem interested
unless the guy's straight."

"So you think that's why he bought me?" That sounded so strange coming out
my mouth that some guy bought me.

"I don't know, probably not. Though I was surprised to see that he bid
pretty seriously for you; he definitely wanted you."

"Well, wanting and having are two different things." I took a seat in my
Maxima and put the key in the ignition. "He may want me, but he isn't going
to have me," I continued after the car started.

"Yeah, I know. Don't get the wrong impression. He's a really cool guy and I
like him a lot. I just know what he likes, and you are definitely his
type."

"Unfortunately for him," I said as I closed the car door and rolled down
the window, "He isn't my type. Don't forget that we got that Business Law
test on Monday. Want to study for awhile Sunday night?"

"Sounds good. I'll give you a buzz Sunday afternoon. And Luke, again, I
wanted to say..."

"To say thanks, I got it Darren. You're welcome. Talk to you Sunday, have a
good weekend man."

"Yeah, you too Luke."

To Be Continued? The set up is done, the good stuff yet to cum, I mean
come. If the interest is there, I'll write more. Let me know. J.