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Underwear Auction- Part 1 of 2
🕑 Added 2025-07-16 01:21:19 +0000 UTCWhen I look for inspiration, I can see a photo and usually extrapolate some wild backstory from it. Other times, it's completely direct with no extrapolation at all. This story was inspired by the latter case. Scrolling Instagram, I found a great guy who posted some photos from various underwear auctions that he's done at gay bars. I sent him a message, and surprisingly, he responded. We chatted a bit, and he even shared some photos that aren't posted on his main page... partly because they'd be flagged. VIP members, you can read the story and see those photos on the Discord. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy this story, and maybe the allure will inspire you to bump up a membership level. VIP members get access to the private server where I post links and inspiration photos and occasional content I've photographed of myself to go with certain stories, and you also get a free PDF every month of one of the longer stories that I posted to Amazon.
“I come bearing shots!”
“Another round? How much did these cost?”
“An arm and a leg.” As Harry passed the four shot glasses around the table, he caught my questioning stare. “Fine, they cost my dick- I flashed the bartender.”
We all looked over at the bear behind the bar, and as if on cue, he winked at us once he saw us staring. Laughing, we downed our shots and looked back up at the stage as the last guy walked up the stairs. He was dressed in a crop top that had been cropped into oblivion and a pair of short shorts with the pockets hanging out in the front and the back. This twink was getting the crowd excited, but I looked back at the bartender one more time, wondering what he had on below the waist. His unbuttoned sleeveless flannel hid nothing, and I wondered if he was just as welcoming with the rest of his body.
Turning my head too fast, I felt the alcohol setting in, but this was all for a good cause. To keep pride month going, our local gay bar was having an underwear auction, and all of the proceeds were going towards some queer charities. The tv screen above the stage, the one that normally played Drag Race episodes or porn clips, had a graph showing how much money had been donated. Once the goal was reached, a business downtown had promised to match it, and we were close. There weren’t any numbers on the chart, but it was dangerously close to the top. This twink should easily put us over the edge in just a few moments. He had already lost his shirt, as if it was doing any good in the first place, and there were now men yelling out bids for his shorts.
The format for the auction was simple- one winner would get his shirt; the second winner would get his shorts, and then the third winner, the man really willing to pay up, would head backstage to earn those undies. Some contestants had the same man win all three of their items, and that was basically confirmation that they would be leaving in the same car or ending up in the same bathroom stall tonight. It looked like this would be the fate for the last guy of the night as the bids slowed down to let the most interested man win.
The bidder had just gotten the shorts to go with the shirt, and the guy on stage was now strutting around, shaking his little booty before turning around to shake his huge cock. Those Andrew Christian briefs were barely hiding anything, but they would hide even less once they were around his ankles.
“And with a one-hundred-dollar bid, going once, going twice- sold to the man in the front row.”
Walking up on stage, he was assaulted by his prize who had jumped into his arms, pressing his bulge against the winner’s chest. This was a mutual pairing, and I’m surprised that they hadn’t started fucking before they could even disappear behind the velvet curtain.
“Okay, drum roll please!” There was the clinking of glasses as tabletops shook. The red bar on the graph rose a little higher, but with a sad trombone sound effect, it stopped millimeters away from the goal. “Fuck guys, why didn’t you try harder? Do you not like charity? …Or do you just want to see one more guy join the auction?”
The mood had shifted downwards for about five seconds, but the MC was relishing the cheers now that seemed louder than they had all night. Everyone looked around to see who would be going next, and without speaking it aloud, it seemed like everyone had a certain someone they wanted. My eyes shifted back towards the bartender, and as I was staring, I missed what the MC said.
Everyone was in motion now, looking under their bar stools based on a direction that I had missed. I joined the hunt and pulled out a pink piece of paper with a star on it. My three friends all had little white squares, and I panicked. Around the room, it seemed that everyone had a white square in their hands, and I thrust my pink one towards Harry.
“Take this.”
His eyes lit up when he saw what I had in my hand, and I thought for a second that he would save me, but instead he grabbed my wrist to lift my arm into the air.
“We have a winner!”
Suddenly, I realized how many people were truly here tonight as every eye turned towards me. I still thought I had a chance to get out of this, but that dream faded once my friends pushed me to my feet. Walking towards the stage, I felt a few hands graze my side, feeling for the skin that wasn’t showing... yet.
The MC had a warm smile once I got onstage, but I couldn’t appreciate that right now. Not as thoughts swirled through my head.
“As you can see on the board, we just need a bit more money, so let’s finish strong. What’s your name?”
“Ryan.” My voice came out shakier than I wanted it to, and I tried to cover it with a cough. “I’m Ryan.”
“Okay everyone, we’ll update the tally after each item, so let’s get those bids started since Ryan might only lose one item to reach our goal.”
Relief washed over me for the first time- I could do this. I had definitely danced shirtless on the dance floor here before, so this could be nothing.
“Knowing that, let’s start with the shorts.”
Fuck.
“Five dollars!”
“Okay, I have five dollars- do I hear ten?”
And then the room went quiet. Fully quiet. There was no clinking of glassware, no yells coming from the bar- nothing.
Turning to the MC, I saw him place his phone back on the table beside him, and even though there was some slight confusion on his face, his smile never wavered.
“Then it looks like the man in the yellow has earned those shorts of yours!”
This can’t be happening. Above me, the graph inched forward the smallest amount, and I was still in the auction.
Reaching for my belt, I undid my fly and revealed the yellow fabric beneath. When I’d put them on earlier tonight, I honestly had hoped that they would be seen. That wish was to have them seen by one guy though- not a room full of them.
“Looks like we’ve got mail, boys!”
The room was loud again now, as if I’d imagined the quiet earlier. The Jockmail logo around my waist was easily readable under the spotlight, and it was unfortunately also very visible that these undies had barely any fabric to them. My jockstrapped ass was only covered by a few decorative straps, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to stay facing forward the whole night to hide them.
“Okay, it’s now time to get this shirt off. We’ll start the bidding off at five dollars again.”
“Five!”
“I hear five- do I hear ten?”
“I’ll pay ten!”
As that deep baritone voice reached me, I realized that I would be okay. We’d reach the goal with my shirt.
“I hear ten- do I hear twenty?”
No one would hear anything as the room got quiet again. Just like before, the room froze, and every pair of eyes, including my own, went up to the board to see the goal still just out of reach. It was now official- I was about to be up on this stage in just my underwear, and soon, I would have a stranger strip me naked.
Fiddling with the hem of my shirt, I realized that no amount of stalling would lessen the blow. In one swoop, I pulled it off and threw it to the man who had bought it for less than I had originally. I was now onstage in just my yellow jockstrap, and it contained the smallest amount of fabric that it could to cover my dick. I worried that the yellow fabric might be a bit see-through now, but there was no way to fix that.
I was proud of my body, but again, I had not prepared myself at all for the possibility of showing off like this. That twink earlier had been so confident, gyrating his hips to raise the bids. I was barely able to even move as I stood there. My trimmed chest hair and abs were on display, and though I was less okay with it, my bulge was prominently displayed as well.
“Okay, I thought we might have gotten just one item from Ryan, but one lucky man is about to strip the last item off right behind that curtain. Who wants to start the bidding at five dollars?”
Someone’s voice immediately rang out across the crowd, but they weren’t yelling a number.
“Tell him to do a spin so we know what we’re bidding on!”
More cheers answered him in agreement, and the MC couldn’t stop whatever was about to happen at the hands of the crowd.
“You can’t say no to charity- can you Ryan?”
I was stuck, and this asshole knew it. Stepping right under the spotlight, I slowly turned around and let the cacophony of cheers bring a blush to the pair of cheeks that I wasn’t showing off. My face was burning as it set in that my three closest friends had now seen more of me than they ever had before.
“Okay, let’s get some hands up- who is ready to place a bid for Ryan’s undies?”
Turning back around, I saw every hand in the audience held high in the air.
Uh oh…
