About Bachelor Auction

by Vic Winter
13 pages / 4800 words
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Jeremy doesn't think putting himself up for a bachelor auction will do a whole lot of good. Who would want a gay lit professor? When he receives the highest bid, Jeremy is pretty surprised, but not as surprised as he is when he finds out who won his date package. Can he let go and have some fun for one night?

Sample

 “That’s five hundred. Do I hear five fifty? Five hundred going on five hundred and fifty. Anyone? Five fifty? Someone give me five hundred and fifty. No? Five hundred going once. Going twice. Sold to number twelve for five hundred dollars!”

Applause and cheering went up, and Jeremy sighed.

He paced behind the navy curtain, waiting for his turn on the stage, wondering how the heck he’d gotten himself into this. Oh, yes, he’d volunteered. Not only had he volunteered, but the whole bachelor auction thing had been his idea in the first place.

It looked like it was a huge success, too, and God only knew the GLBT club could use the money, but that didn’t stop him from wishing he’d never gotten involved. He certainly didn’t expect to go for five hundred dollars like the student president of the club just had, but his biggest worry was that no one would bid on him at all!

After all, it wasn’t like he was a young stud anymore. No, he was just plain Jeremy Aberdeen, professor of English, faculty advisor to the college’s gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender community. His “date” included dinner at St-Marie’s only fancy restaurant and an evening of Shakespeare in the park. Surely the dinner itself would garner some interest. You could get your money’s worth with something like that, even if it meant sharing the meal with an older guy. Okay, so he wasn’t ancient or anything, but he probably seemed it to the freshmen coming in...

He tugged his lower lip between his teeth, worrying it until he remembered he had to look his best up on the stage, and then he proceeded on to picking at his cuticles, which was a good way to wind up with bloody fingers. He stopped that as well and looked around for something else to take his mind off the auction.

“Professor J! You’re up next. Oh, my God would you come on!” Ricky, stage director for tonight’s auction, hissed at him. “You’re our grand finale!”