I was a freshman in college when I had my first male-to-male sexual experience. Up until that point, I had never even entertained any sort of homosexual desire until it happened.
It was a Friday night in October - one of those weekends when most of the guys on my dorm floor had gone home for the weekend. So after my last class on Friday I walked over to the mall, picked up a few things, got something to eat and was heading back to campus when the rain started. I didn't have an umbrella with me and I proceeded to get soaked. I ran to a strip mall for cover and hurried into the only place open, a hair salon. The guy working there, Mike, was just getting ready to close the store, as it was just a few minutes before 8:00. He took pity on me and told me he had a clothes dryer in the back and that he would loan me some sweatpants to wear while my clothes dried. I was still a long way from my dorm, so I took him up on his offer. He led me to the back office and left me while I changed into his sweats and a tee-shirt.
While my clothes were drying, I suggested I go ahead and get a haircut. He shut off the lights in the front of the store and locked the door (since he was closed), and then gave me a haircut.
Mike was in his mid-twenties and though I know a lot of male hairdressers are gay, I had no idea Mike was. He did not fit the profile of a gay male hairdresser. He just looked masculine. Anyway, we chatted while he cut my hair. My hair was pretty easy to cut, so my clothes were still wet when we were done. He had offered to drive me to my dorm, which I greatly appreciated, so I was going to hang out there until the clothes were dry. We were sitting in his office when he suggested a massage. Mike was taking classes to become a certified masseuse and said he'd like the chance to practice.
Having nothing else to do, I agreed. So we went into another back room where he had a massage table. He handed me a towel and told me to get undressed and he'd be right back. So I stripped out of his clothes, wrapped the towel around my waist and laid down on the table.
He came back and put on some relaxing music. He poured oil onto his hands and began massaging my shoulders. It felt really good. He moved down my lower back and asked if he could remove my towel. I said sure and he opened the towel and began rubbing my butt cheeks. At this point, I realized I was getting aroused. And this confused me because it was a guy touching me! He worked his way down my legs and feet then asked me to turn over. I was uncomfortable about this because my cock was getting hard but I couldn't refuse so I rolled over. I kinda muttered something about being sorry about my situation. He looked at my cock then told me not to worry about it - a lot of people got aroused during massages.
As he massaged my chest, he asked me about girlfriends. I was not dating anyone at the time and I told him I hadn't been with a girl for some time. His hands moved down to my thighs, and I closed my eyes, trying to will my cock back down. That's when he touched me. Very lightly, but his hands were brushing against my cock. I opened my eyes a bit and saw him staring at my cock and then grasping it. I opened my eyes further and he looked at me and said, "It's alright, let me do this for you." I closed my eyes again as I realized how much I was enjoying him touching me. He was stroking me up and down now, leaving little doubt as to his intentions.
Then he let go. I heard him rustling around and I looked to see him undressing. He stripped down to just his black bikini briefs, which were holding a very full bulge. I couldn't believe I was laying here naked with a guy touching me, and I was checking him out as he got nearly naked.
