Auctioned Off On The Bloc For Bisexual College Experience 3

"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."

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