Friendships often flower after difficult beginnings. This was precisely what happened with Vincent Di Marco and Bryce Dingley. They could not have been more exact opposites. Vincent was five-foot-five-inches tall and looked for the most part like a stocky horse jockey.
Vincent was unconventionally good-looking. He had a darkish complexion and riveting hawk-like brown eyes, which always gave his face a somewhat stern demeanour. His nose was slightly too broad for his face but still attractive, and his lips were plump and sexy. Vincent was hairy and the dark hair all over his body was jet black.
Bryce was the complete antithesis of Vincent, and was six-foot-two tall and had a lithe body. He was blond, blue-eyed, and extremely good-looking. Bryce wasn’t arrogant per se but possessed self-assuredness, that guys like he always exude due to their beauty.
Bryce, unfortunately, also had the habit of expressing thoughtless views at times and often had to talk his way out of confrontational situations, because of this. Bryce was no fighter, unlike Vincent, who was as tough as nails. Vincent came from a rough neighbourhood and he was a thoroughbred streetfighter. Because of his size, many guys believed that they could take him on, but most came off second best.
After being inducted into the army, Vincent and Bryce not only found themselves in the same platoon but in the same barracks. Being in an environment where the alphabet ruled and because of their surnames, they occupied the bunks next to one another. Vincent was one of the last to arrive in the barracks, and after he did he placed his duffel bag on his bunk.
All the guys, including Bryce, were standing about and getting to know one another as Vincent did so. In one of his usual thoughtless moments, Bryce looked at Vincent, and said, “Fuck, bro, you’re small.”
There were stifled laughs and suppressed guffaws all round after Bryce had spoken. Vincent was slightly annoyed, but didn’t show any aggression and merely shrugged as he introduced himself.
After a hectic induction afternoon, all the guys headed off to the showers that evening. Again, Vincent was one of the last to arrive and after placing his towel over a rail turned and faced the soaped up bodies before him. Dozens of eyes now focused on his cock as he did so.
One of the ironies of life is that endowment has nothing to do with body size and Vincent was the embodiment of that point. His huge dark uncut knob dangled majestically before him, making all the other guys green with envy. Vincent then smiled as he looked at the stunned faces before him, and then pointing at his dick, he said, “Close your mouths boys, it’s not a holy relic.”
Laughter broke out all around. Next, he walked up and stood directly before Bryce. Looking down at Bryce’s very average cut cock, Vincent said, “Fuck, bro, you’re small.” Uproarious laughter followed as Bryce stood there blushing, having been taught a valuable lesson.
Over the next eight weeks, all the guys settled into army life. Bryce and Vincent also became friends and were often paired up for the sentry duties that had to be performed. A further strengthening of their budding friendship occurred in the mess hall one evening when a large guy named Rob wanted to beat Bryce up after one of his tactless comments.
Rob was a really dislikeable guy whose fingers seemed to have a permanent love affair with his nostrils. After Bryce asked him if had found anything interesting in his nose recently, Rob became very aggressive. When Vincent intervened, everyone got yet another shock when the shortest guy in the camp, after avoiding a swipe from Rob, floored Rob instantly. They all witnessed the first-hand demonstration; that dynamite does indeed come in small packages.
Although Vincent had predominantly had sex with women prior to his induction, he had enjoyed a few homosexual encounters and ‘remotely’ considered himself bisexual. Vincent, however, thought that Bryce the most beautiful golden stallion that he had ever seen, and was sure that Bryce was gay. He never pressed Bryce on the matter and given the situation they found themselves in, opted for discretion. Bryce was indeed gay but very guarded about his sexual orientation. He was also becoming fixated with Vincent but felt absolutely sure that Vincent was totally straight.
Vincent, nevertheless, had begun to think about their first-weekend leave, once their initial eight weeks of training had ended. Vincent decided that he would be patient until then, before making his move on Bryce. Vincent now began to put his plan for the seduction of Bryce in order and arranged the inexpensive accommodation where they would be staying.
Late on the Friday afternoon of the much anticipated weekend liberty, they were deposited in a nearby town. Having dropped off their stuff in the room they had rented, they made their way to the local pub. For the next couple of hours, they enjoyed their first beers in a long while.
Upon returning to their accommodation, Vincent immediately stripped and lay back naked on one of the two three-quarter beds. As Vincent lay there totally relaxed, he saw that Bryce looked a little anxious. Bryce also stripped down to his boxer shorts, and tensely sat on his bed looking at Vincent. Looking into Bryce’s uneasy eyes, Vincent finally decided to communicate what he had been holding back asking Bryce, up until then.
“Bryce, if I am wrong, forgive me… but I have a strong feeling that you’re gay,” Vincent said, softly.
Bryce just sat on the opposite bed totally gobsmacked, looking like a criminal who had been publically exposed for a crime in the communal centre of an eighteenth-century town. There was a very prolonged and uncomfortable silence as Bryce blushed, before finally nodding his head.