Have Hands–Will Travel_(0)

Have Hands –Will Travel The Early Years

It was while in the Army I actually done something to really change my life. The times reflected the mood of the early 1970’s with the Vietnam War, Watergate , and Women’s Lib in the headlines..

I was stationed at Monterey, California at Ft. Ord . I was only months from discharge and counted myself lucky they didn’t need mechanic’s so I wouldn’t be re-enlisting.
It was a job not unlike a civilian who worked 9-5 40 hours a week. My nights and weekends were free, and because I was from N.C. leaving base was not economical. I accrued leave time at the rate of two and one half days a month , plus weekends. I had several weeks of leave due, but no place to go.

A friend suggested I take a cruise.. The West Coast cruise ships ran up and down the coast from L.A. To Mexico , and north to San Francisco and Alaska , depending on which ship and time of year. His brother was a masseur on one of the ships, and said he needed some help. If I agreed to help, my fare was free..

Turns out I had about 98 days of leave available out of 105 days of service left. The Army decided to muster me out and I was suddenly a civilian again. Each day of leave not taken was a cash out, so I left with $2,300 in cash, an enormous amount of money for my young age.. I wired $ 2,000 to my Dad for safe keeping and told him I’d be home in a few months..

After talking with ‘Ron’ the masseur, and explaining my desire to travel with him and learn his trade, the date was set for me to start. I would be his ‘apprentice’ for a minimum of 18 months or 1500 hours of documented table time , whichever came first.
The date finally arrived and I met Ron on board the ship. I was shown his ample massage room, and all the tools of the trade I would be using. I was billeted a very nice private cabin nearby. Four hours after the ship was under way, Ron’s first client came in. A lovely 35 yr old with a flawless figure. Now me being only 21 myself, I probably looked like a kid to her.

Ron introduced me as his “Gopher” and would not participate in the massage. I brought him oils, towels, hot stones, etc.. My career was launched..
I was allowed only to watch as his hands seemed to bring the woman into sobs on the table. I later learned those sobs were moans..
Ron gave me his books on anatomy , the nervous system , a life sized skeleton to keep in my cabin and learn the names of the bones , the spinal column and associated vertebrae, discs, etc. When I was not with him, my face was in a book.
The days progressed till Ron felt I could do a decent massage..After observing me with my first client, he patted my back and said I was a quick study,and that I would be one of his best pupils if I stayed committed.. We began to split the hours at his ‘office’ with him on duty 10 am till 4pm , and I would take the 4pm – 10pm hours.
Let me mention that being his apprentice I was not allowed to accept pay for my services , only tips. He charged $60.00 an hour for our services, a fair price in the early 70’s.. If I received a ten or twenty as a tip, it was mine to keep. I was averaging $50 – $100 per shift in tips, so money was never my problem.

My problems seemed to be the young ladies. Once they found out my job, they would hang around me , rubbing their boobs and butts on me thinking I would give them ‘freebies’ on the table..
Every cruise I had a different girl who seemed to lay claim to me as hers. This produced jealously among the others, and it got so bad I talked to Ron about it, and asked his advice.

“Yeah- I’ve been there and done that.. Dano – don’t single out any one girl on the cruises. Tell them it’s against our policy to get serious with them,and we must treat all passengers equally. It won’t take but one to ruin your reputation on board. If that happens, you might as well quit.
IF you get sexual with a client, make sure it’s in your cabin and not on the table, for now.. You must also learn to be very discreet , and try to relay this to any woman you’re with.” Sounded like a man who knew………

The 3 day/4 night cruises passed quickly into the summer and fall of 1972. I became very good with my hands, and earned a respectable reputation with the young ladies..Getting laid was never a problem.
One afternoon we anchored in a long bay about a mile from the coast. Ron gave me money and a note for a ‘special’ purchase in the local market. I was to seek out an old Mexican who sold sombrero’s in the right side of the marketplace.

I had left the ship in Puerto Vallarta ,a resort town on the coast of Mexico. Our ship ferried passengers to and from the resorts we anchored near. I breezed through shops and taverns and finally arrived at the place I was looking for..
Ron had used this stuff for years and had sent me on a quest to procure a fresh supply. The little shop was barely visible among the dozens scattered in the marketplace.

I handed the old guy an envelope with a note..
“ So, now Senor Ron wants more of the ‘fly’ eh?” he laughed, his English thick with the accent..
“What , you mean there’s actually a real drug called “Spanish Fly?” I thought it was a myth , handed down in sexual folk lore for untold generations.

“ It’s really a bug here in Mexico—called a “Blister Beetle” the old man continued..
“We starve them to death in glass jars, and let them dry. The crushed beetle can be ingested , or rubbed on the privates. A little goes a long way”
I was fascinated, and it was cheap also.. $100 an ounce till it crossed the border. I had only $300 on me besides the $100 Ron had given me.. I returned to the ship with a Mexican sombrero, the hollow inside the head stuffed with the “dust”.. about a quarter pound. I gave Ron his part and took mine to my cabin.

The old guy had said the dosage was “a half thimble full dusted inside a glass and filled with your favorite beverage.”
A very small pinch could also be applied to the female clitoris or the glans on males. I divided mine into six- half ounce baggies, like you would buy pot/reefer/Maryjane etc..If I ever got back home, I would be a popular young man!

Our return up the coast was not uneventful.. A young lady named Sandy had a wanted a massage earlier , but Ron was so backed up, he had her come back on my shift..
She filled out our standard form which helped me document my hours, and gave information we might need to know..
Age-18 weight 115– height– 5′ 2” – any problem areas we should know about — no- any back or neck injuries – no, just to name the important ones. She smiled as she handed me the form..

”You are much younger than Ron and I’m glad I waited.”
“ You look too good for him,” I said “ and it will be my pleasure to serve you. Ron usually takes the older, more wealthy clients, thinking of his tips. Have you ever had a massage before?”
“No, you might say this is my graduation present. I’m here with two of my classmates. After the cruise, we’re off to college.”
“O.K. Here’s the way it goes– you can undress in the restroom there.. I need the bra off, but you may keep your panties on, if you’re shy. We have beach towels and sheets to drape you with in there. Take your pick. Come back out and we will begin with you on your tummy.”

Sandy returned shortly and lay tummy down for me to begin..her beach towel rode high, barely covering her cute ass. I oiled my hands and began at her feet, working the oil between her toes, arches, and heels.
I wasn’t even trying to steer her legs apart when she let them splay open enough to see her blond covered labia—no panties.. The small lips were folded in, with a tip of clitoris barely visible.

I divided her calve muscles on each leg, then moved to her upper thighs, dividing them also..She moaned softly.
“Do you have a girlfriend, Dano?”
“I’m not with anyone at present. I can have ladies in my room, but the rules say I have to treat everyone equal .. I can’t have a ‘steady’ one..”
I was at the towel now, and moved to her head, working my fingers into her blond hair,massaging her scalp.. Moving down, I worked Sandy’s neck and shoulders while she moaned how good it felt.

” I wasn’t being nosy , I just like you, and wondered if we could get something going later. My girlfriends and I have been in a Catholic boarding school for the past three years… We’d like to live a little before going off to college.. They’ve already hooked up with a couple of guys on board , and I feel left out.”
My hands were now on her spinal column, checking her alignment.. She moaned again, rather loudly as my hands reached her tail bone. I had the towel folded down to her butt cheeks , and she reached around and pulled it off, letting it drop to the floor. I said nothing, as if I saw that happen daily..

“Don’t you think my butt’s pretty, Dano?”
“It’s one of the nicest I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing.” She rolled it , letting her thighs open more. I placed a row of warm stones down the sides of her spine.
“Oohh! That feels good !