The Hottest Guy In The Bar

May 29, 2021

HOTTEST GUY IN THE BAR

Season 1  - Episode #2

SUMMARY
James lived in the trendy part of NYC’s East Village. His favorite haunt was a bar just down the street where a sexy man nicknamed D.C hung out. D.C was crazy hot, and James desperately wanted to be with him. Try as James did, he couldn’t find much information on D.C. The man was a mystery; Especially where he got his nickname. D.C was a mystery that James needed to solve.

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EPISODE CREDITS
 STEAMY STORIES is written by JC Calciano, the creator of STEAM ROOM STORIES.

Transcript

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welcome back everybody! I'm Ben Palacios and you're listening to steamy stories. Written by JC Calciano. I hope you enjoyed our first story last week, We got a new one for you! This is, THE HOTTEST GUY AT THE BAR. James had moved to manhattan's east village 10 years ago to attend NYU's film school. He wasn't yet 30 years-old but he already had quite a bit of onset experience under his belt. At 6'1" with a corn-fed midwestern physique James's good looks won him favors with the women and men alike. This usually landed him on the must-hire lists at work. He had medium length wavy chestnut hair and big hazel eyes. His lean, fit frame perfectly suited his clothes. He could make a simple white t-shirt jeans and chuck taylor's look like a million bucks. James was the kind of guy everyone stopped and took notice of when he strolled into work. Not too far away, but not especially close either, was a quaint gay bar that only the locals knew about and that was just fine with them. It was a small space tastefully decorated. It served as a comfortable watering hole to all those who lived in the area. The bar was frequently visited by a local whom everyone referred to as simply "DC". DC was of Egyptian descent and at 30-years old sported dark eyes, rich, deep skin and sexy brooding features. His powerful jaw and prominent cheekbones were framed with impossibly dark, thick hair atop a toned muscular body. He was a real cocksman. DC and the reason for his nickname became an obsession for James who asked around about DC- but the replies were always the same. They'd giggle and say, "hopefully you'll be lucky enough to find out for yourself why he's called DC". James longtime boyfriend recently broke up with him. It was a cold December night just before Christmas. He got the message via text, "sorry, it's not working out. I think we should just end it. Merry Christmas". That was it - no additional explanation! James hadn't been alone in a long time, with the holidays around the corner he was feeling down. A holiday cocktail at a familiar watering hole with local friends was just the thing james needed to get his mind off his ex. The bar's familiar moth eaten Christmas decorations comforted James. The jukebox played Nancy Sinatra. The place was filled with a modest gathering of regulars eager to share their holiday joy. DC was there too and looking fine as always. Up until this point his interaction with James was a casual smile or a bro-ish nod across the bar. He seemed to always be occupied with someone else in the tavern, though was different. He caught DC's eye as soon as he walked in. James settled down at the dark oak counter and hung his jacket off the back of the bar stool. DC sauntered up looking spectacular with an impressive smile. DC leaned forward and offered a warm greeting,"happy holidays. I've been meaning to say hello the past few times i've seen you here, but you're always gone before i come over to buy you a drink". James was flattered that he was on his radar. Being alone this holiday really sucked, he was grateful for the company, especially company as handsome as DC. "Sure, Scotch and soda." Several Christmas carols and cocktails later, they were starting to connect. James wondered how can someone so mysteriously sexy be so gentle and kind? The conversation was lively. DC had an incredible head for knowing things. Funny how someone so awesome could be just a few feet away all these years, yet he never said hello before tonight. As they continued to talk James couldn't help but wonder how DC got his nickname. He gathered the gumption to ask. DC laughed, "honestly, i have no idea it started several years ago, and truly i have no clue why". James wasn't sure if he believed him, but DC seemed sincere. Closing time arrived too quickly. DC grabbed james's coat and helped him slip it on. "Do you want to come back to my place tonight?" He inquired with a smoldering glaze. "Hell yeah!" The word slipped out of James mouth embarrassingly fast. "I live alone, but I've gotta warn you, it's a tragically small flat."" Okay by me. A small place to yourself is infinitely better than a place you need to share with a roommate." James replied. DC lived in the east village, in a pre-war building. The wood stairs and plaster walls were so old and tired that they tilted sideways, as if they were a movie set from an old german expressionist film. DC's keys jingled as he pulled them out of his tight jeans pocket. He slipped them into the heavy metal door, and seconds later they were in the apartment making out against the wall. James chuckled to himself, "i thought this kind of thing only happened in movies." DC was so irresistibly sexy james couldn't control himself. His excitement got the best of him. Perhaps he would soon discover the reason behind the nickname? As they kissed James hand slipped down the front of DC's black, skinny jeans. DC was certainly excited! Perhaps "DC" stood for damn colossal! James was impressed and a bit intimidated. DC grabbed James by the head and kissed him hard and deep. Once again his strong arms grabbed tightly as if he were intending to crush him. Tonight is certainly going to be one for dear diary! The two men bounced off the walls of the tiny apartment as they pulled each other's clothes off. Their mouths hungrily pressed together engulfing each other in their passions. As with many tiny New York apartments DC's bed was atop a loft built in the corner of the modestly decorated bedroom. The queen-size mattress laid overhead three feet below the ceiling and accessible only by a wooden ladder. DC whispered, "I want you in the worst way, I need you on my bed now". James was ready for whatever his lover desired. The men climbed atop the mattress with barely any room between them and the ceiling. James rolled over on his stomach as DC mounted him from behind- breathing in his ear, "I can't believe we're finally doing this." James melted. "Who knew he was DC's object of adoration for so many years?" DC's weight was considerable, but James didn't mind, it was all so thrilling. DC delivered as promised, and the sex was relentless. James indicated he wanted to try a new position. Without much room to move, their choices were limited so James laid on his back and invited DC to resume what he was doing... oh so well! DC's brooding smile was seductive and James's heart swooned as he placed his feet on the ceiling - preparing himself for another bout of mind-bending sex. Suddenly James was distracted by something. A smile crossed his face as he giggled. "Feels good?" DC whispered. "Hell yeah! it felt damn good! But more than that, James finally realized why his lover earned the name "DC". On the ceiling right above him. James noticed the smudged footprints of DC's previous lovers. The dark marks revealed DC's well-earned nickname."DIRTY CEILING" James was now satisfied. Enjoy JC's writing? Then check out his new book REVENGE OF THE BROBOT! Join the Steam Room Stories bros as one of them finds love with an amorous android while on the run from a merciless Marine. REVENGE OF THE BROBOT is now available on Amazon in softcover, hardcover, hardcover and audible. One more thing, if you're not tired of hearing my voice check out my other podcast ask your gay uncle hosted by me and my uncle tommy we are two generations of uncles serving advice antics tender moments and tough love just search ask your gay uncle on your podcast app or go to askyourgayuncle.com steamy stories is written by jc calciano and narrated by yours truly ben palacios you can find steamy stories Podcast on instagram and twitter at "#steamypodcast". 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