Auctioned Off On The Bloc For Bisexual College Experience 2

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?"

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