He raised his arms up in the air and stretched his body water was running off his cock in a way that it looked like he was pissing. He pointed at the tattoos and said "They mean stuff to guys, you know gang stuff" "What's with the tattoos? I asked "I was into bad stuff, I was in prison for 6 years. Looking me up and down he said, "fuck man you look in good shape, look at those muscles on you." He patted my six pack, "fuck there hard. Now and then our arms and legs would touch due to the restricted space. "Fuck man this feels good," said Rory as he ran his fingers through his long hair. I turned the shower on it was a relief to feel the warm water cascading down my body. "Lets get in the shower and get warm", I said. I kept taking discreet looks at him as he stripped, I could see he had tattoos and his nipples were pierced. There was one big difference the showers at high school were spacious, my shower cubical was small. I told him to take off his wet clothes and we'll have a shower. At high school we had both been good at sport and we were used to stripping off and taking showers together so we had no inhibitions. "Ok lets go." Yeah he kept up with me all the way to my place. You want to come to my place and have a coffee and get dry?" "Hell yeah," he replied. "Why you out in this fucking weather?" "My girl the fucking bitch she's been annoying me I at to get away from her before I did something bad." Standing talking, I soon starting to feel the cold. In high school Rory was strong-willed and domineering, a thug, into gangs and fighting I gained his respect because I was good at sport like he was. His jeans were so tight that you could see the contours of his leg muscles. Water was running off his jacked and soaking his jeans. "Hey Steve how are you man?" "I'm good", I replied. He was about to give me some verbal shit when he realized who I was. He looked at me with his wild angry eyes. "What the fuck are you doing out in this weather?" I asked him. I recognized him he was a buddy from my high school days Rory. He must have heard me approaching because he looked up. He was hunched up and leaning into the wind. I was about 400 meters from home when I could see a guy walking towards me wearing a hooded jacket and sky blue skinny fitting jeans. I was getting near to home so I was not too bothered. On my return home the weather had deteriorated, the drizzle had turned to heavy rain and the wind had picked up, blowing the rain into my face at times. Looking out of the window I could see it was overcast with drizzle. Once warmed up and into the run that contented feeling sets in. The hardest part is getting through the door and starting the run.
I did my warming up session before I set out for my morning run, about 10k (6-to7 miles).