Actor. Lover. Legend…
His life was more adventurous than any movie
Errol languished near death as beads of sweat dripped down his face. His hospital bed sheets were soaked and the yellow fever has nearly killed him. His only thoughts were spent on what life might have been until he seen his new nurse which brought about a sudden spark of life to Flynn, mostly in his cock. After a few weeks passed his health had improved enough to bring him back to speed and he soon reverted to his usual charismatic self. By the end of the month not only had he fully recovered, but also he had been successful in charming the nurse. A fine, busty brunette that rewarded Errol by placing his long throbbing cock in between her plump breasts, she sucked on the tip of his penis that peeked out of her tits. She massaged his cock softly with her breasts that pulled up and down on his thickening member. She finished him off with a blowjob and swallowed his salty warm load without hesitation. Errol was impressed.
Now fully recovered, he was discharged from the hospital and hit the streets of Sydney rejuvenated but low on cash. He swiped a few packages of fine cigarettes from a posh hotel and sold them on the streets, gaining enough money for a late snack at the pub and a week’s stay at the worst hotel in town. That whole week was spent trying to find a job or at least figure out what the hell he was going to do with his life. He ate by either stealing or the soup line and was so broke that he couldn’t even afford a pint of ale at the pub.
There was no way that he was going back to New Guinea and the thought of being thrown in prison for shooting those Dutch Officers was so frightening to Errol that he hardly got much sleep in anticipation of that moment. Soon he was booted out of the hotel and sleeping on a cot next to forty other bums at the Sydney boarding house. Finally sick of it he made his way to the Western Union station to telegram his father for some money.
He entered the telegram station, an empty office located in one of the original brownstone buildings on George Street. To his surprise the attendant there was extremely happy to see Errol and told him that he had been looking all over for him. Errol was stunned to learn that he had a telegram waiting for him but when he began to read it he was even more shocked. Expecting it to be from his father, the message was instead from Noel and it spoke about a chance for him to star as Fletcher Christian in the movie The Mutiny on the Bounty. There was an advance of ten pounds and directions on how to get a hold of Noel, Errol quickly blew the money on a fine salmon lunch and contacted his Sepik River companion soon after.
Australia’s most famous Directors, a husband and wife team known as the Dalia’s were scheduled to start shooting the film two months ago, but when Maye Dalia saw Noel’s footage of Errol, she immediately halted production until they could locate the stunning young man. About to give up on finding him, she was delighted to hear Noel’s voice reassuring her that they had located him in Sydney and sent him on the first train to Melbourne. For Errol, this sudden burst of unexpected news excited the hell out of him. He was going to be paid fifty pounds and even got a round trip to Melbourne, a city that he had never seen before. It didn’t matter that he didn’t know shit about acting, he figured that he had enough life experiences to fake his way through the film anyways.
When he showed up for rehearsal the other actors were completely rude and dissatisfied that such an inexperienced actor was given the lead role. Errol didn’t mind, he understood their qualms and tried extra hard to get his lines right and by the first week of filming his excellent sense of humor and boyish charm had won everyone over including Mr. and Mrs. Dalia. Despite this being his first acting experience, Errol was a quick learner and a natural in front of the camera. When the shoot was over he thanked everyone and headed back to Sydney with a wad of cash that he triumphantly wasted on drinks, horse races and whores.
He didn’t give acting any second thoughts and before long his lease at the hotel he was staying in was up was and he was booted back to the boarding house. Despite the setback of again being temporarily homeless he was able to land a job gutting fish and cleaning the 3rd street harbor docks. This loathsome job went on for months and he was still sleeping at the boarding house when he received the word that Mutiny was going to be premiering at the Sydney Metro theatre. He decided to make it a grand affair and bought a wig and period piece costume in which he wowed everyone with when he showed up on opening night.
Errol always thought it was a sign that his first role on screen was playing his long dead ancestor Fletcher Christian, a man that had been killed on Pincairn Island during the famous ill-fated voyage of Captain Bligh during his trip to Tahiti. Christian was Errol’s great Uncle and belonged on Errol’s mother’s side of the family. Much admired by Marelle’s family his sword even hung over the Flynn’s fireplace. After Errol’s parents separated, Marelle promptly took the sword with her to France.
Errol watched the film in a complete state of jittery awkwardness. He found it difficult watching himself onscreen and soon left the theatre completely to lose himself in a bottle of scotch at the pub across the street. Feeling a bit more relaxed he made it back to the theatre in time for the ending and was a bit overwhelmed by the adulation he received from the audience. The Dalai’s loved his performance and he met some interesting actors and playwrights from the Sydney theatre company that invited him to join them. Errol was taken aback by this strange new world that was starting to bloom before him. He didn’t even realize that despite his total lack of acting credentials or experience his performance was tremendous and he oozed such a natural charm that the camera fell in love instantly and so did the spectators. However the film was not a success, Australians it seemed preferred movies from Hollywood.
That night Errol returned to the boarding house and located his bed. He sat on his cot and took off his wig and boots, placed them on the ground and slid them underneath it. He stretched out and tried to sleep, but his thoughts raced from the weird experience he just had. This unique ordeal unlocked a curiosity inside him, one that had him thinking about what it meant to be called an actor. He slept in his regal uniform and the next morning returned it and the wig to the costume store before reporting to work on the docks.
For the next few months he made an effort to act in as many plays as he could. He managed to be a hit on stage and even graduated to a few bit parts in Hamlet and Twelfth Night but despite all the fun he was having he was too burnt out from work and too tired to properly spend the necessary amount of time studying and learning his lines. Plus the crowds were sparse and the pay was nothing, before long he had stopped acting altogether and completely dismissed any notion that he was going to be the next Valentino. His drinking habits increased and eventually he was fired from the only job in town that would take him. Alone and broke Errol wandered the streets a bitter man, he thought about his old gang the Scorpions as the hunger pains kicked in. He felt it ironic that seven years had passed and yet here he was in the same exact situation.
What shit luck, he mumbled to himself as he crossed Macquarie Street and stared at a large ham in a bakery’s window. He swiped an apple from the fruit basket display in front of the store not knowing that across the street a sophisticated woman in her late forties watched in amusement.
Errol quickly found an alley to duck into and after wiping the apple off on his shirt he took a huge bite of the green juicy fruit. While he was devouring the apple Madge approached him and caught him off guard. At first he thought that he was in trouble, but then by looking at the way that Madge was eyeing him up and down he knew that he was safe, at least for the time being. Errol took another bite of the apple and flashed his extraordinary smile at Madge but failed to speak. Madge sensed his unease and beats him to the punch.
She said, “Pretty fast hands.” Errol straightened up, tried to think of something to say but again was speechless. Madge continued, “I’m Madge.” She extended her hand and Errol shook it, but Madge wasn’t satisfied. “Lesson number one. When a woman presents her hand, you kiss it. Not shake it.” Errol smiled as he held her hand dumbfounded. “Well?” Madge asked.
Errol quickly bent down to kiss her hand and Madge said. “Good. That’s better. You seem lost in more ways than one. Tell me all about you? I am bored as hell and who knows? It could be fun. Lets walk.”
Errol walked with her, as he looked around and over his shoulder, still unsure to what’s going on. Madge reassured him, “Don’t worry sugar. I’m just a bored housewife and my husband is far away from Sydney on business.” Errol started to relax and finally found something clever to say. “Bored? Well my lady you should try searching for gold, headhunters, and peacocks! Errol Flynn at your service.” Madge was amused, “Mr. Flynn, the first thing we shall do is fetch you some proper clothes. Visit the barber. And then we ignite a little gossip among these purse lipped Sydney aristocrats. How about it, you want to be my leg candy?”
Errol, whom up until that moment didn’t have shit going for him said, “Darling, we’ll be the belles of the ball.”
They walked down the street and chatted together while disappearing into Sydney’s high society.
Later that evening Errol looked absolutely fabulous in his new pinstriped suit. His hair freshly trimmed and face smoothly shaved, his appearance with Madge incited a storm of gossip at the fancy restaurant. The pair ate and drank merrily before they danced the night away. They had a remarkable time together that eventually ended up at Madge’s home high above Balmoral beach. He was no match for her mature sexual prowess and she made him her slave almost as soon as he arrived at her posh flat.
After another drink that was mostly formal, Madge had managed to tear off all of Errol’s clothes and became instantly wet when she saw his naked, bronze tanned, broad shouldered Greek God physique and hanging plump dick in full light laying on her bed.
Madge undressed for him and Errol was impressed by her perfect set of c-cups tits that were very firm and nicely rounded. Her long longs were strong and void of any stretch marks, overall her body was in better condition than most women half her age. She rode Errol like a thoroughbred for hours. The two sweated away the night experimenting in various sexual positions. Errol pounded her so hard in the missionary pose that his pelvic bone was sore for a week. He fucked her doggy style for so long that a pool of sweat formed on Madge’s backbone. She moaned in pleasure after cumming for the tenth time as Errol’s balls smacked her moist g-spot from behind. She choked Errol with a small rubber ball and bandaged his mouth shout all the while spanking him on his ass with a shredded leather whip.
She poured hot wax over his chest as she forced him to lightly nibble on her pouring wet pussy and then rode him some more after tying his hands to her bed post and smacking him around as she gyrated her hips on his still hard cock to blissful orgasm. Errol hadn’t even noticed that it was the next morning and that he had been plowing away on Madge’s wet pussy for so long that he acquired a nasty rug burn that left a strawberry skid on his knee. Eventually Madge couldn’t take any more of Errol’s cock and fell soundly asleep. Errol was thankful because he was seriously exhausted.
He dosed off for a little while before waking up with a raging piss boner. He found his way to the bathroom and took a healthy three-minute leak. After washing his hands and face Errol made his way back to Madge’s bedroom but stopped to admire the massive oak dresser that stood to the side of her bed. While overlooking the dresser, Errol spotted the jewelry box, which had an Art Deco design that immediately grabbed his attention. Errol slowly opened the box and found an assortment of valuable goodies that included cash, jewels and necklaces. He thought about all the money that was sitting there but closed the box, turned around and walked to the foot of Madge’s bed where he stood in silence and stared at her for more than a minute.
His mind debated on what to do, one half said that stealing was wrong, and after all hadn’t she been extremely nice to him already? Who knows what she might want to do tomorrow? Especially after that good fucking he gave her. But the other, more sinister half said that all he did was fuck an old woman’s brains out and that he should be paid more sufficiently for that. The more he stared at Madge, with her perfectly thick reddish grey hair, soft stretch marks around her eyes and ample body, the more it reminded him of his mother. He shuttered at the thought and gently walked away to gather his clothes.
He dressed quickly and went back to the dresser, and without hesitating Errol grabbed the money and the jewels. Silently, he sneaked out of the house, but not before tipping his hat to Madge, a woman that fucked Errol harder, better and longer than any dame since.
The next day Errol laid low. He sold most of the jewelry except for a handful of diamonds and got a room in an understated hotel, took a long shower and fell quickly asleep. He paid for an extra day and went back to his room, where he read Stevenson’s Treasure Island in between trying to figure out a plan. He knew the heat was on him and he thought the best choice would be to catch the next ship leaving Sydney and it didn’t matter where it was going. Errol knew he had to get the fuck out of dodge. It was only a matter of time before the Dutch extended their search to the mainland and he had a bad feeling that they already had.
He knew that the Asian steamers always left around six and after taking a glance at the clock he decide that it was about time to say goodbye to Australia. He turned in his room key and hailed a taxi that took Errol to the newly opened Sydney harbor bridge. He bought a ticket and boarded the liner to Asia without a problem, found his room and threw his bag of clothes on the top bunk and then jumped head first on the bottom bunk. Errol stretched out and tried to relax but he couldn’t. Restless, he sat up, rolled himself a cigarette and left the cabin to go smoke outside on the ship’s deck. Errol leaned against the ships rail, and tapped his fingers waiting for the ship to push away.
While inhaling a stream of smoke Errol heard some police cars and the commotion they were causing as they ascended the bridge towards the ship. Errol flicked his half-smoked cig in the water and rushed back to his room in a panic. Errol sprinted down the ship’s hall but he slowed to a walk then to an uncomfortable stroll as he noticed that two police officers were standing in front of the door to his room. In fact the door was opened and another officer exited the room just in time to approach Errol who barely had a chance to speak before they slammed him on the ground. “What’s this all about” he yelled as he felt the kick of a solid boot crush through his abdomen.
While hunched over Errol looked into his room and could see that they had completely torn it apart looking for something. The police officer stood him up and told Errol to take off his shoes. The police officer then tapped on the heel with his billy club and then tore the heel off with his hands. It was hollow and revealed nothing inside. The officer did the same experiment on the other shoe and came up with the exact same results. He threw the now useless shoes back into Errol’s room. “Great! Now what am I to do?” the officer shrugged. Errol responded, “I don’t know what you’re looking for fellas?”
“The diamonds. Lucky for you the rich broad doesn’t give a shit about anything else.”
Errol does some of his best acting. “Rich broad? Don’t be silly I’m just a poor old jungle bum. What use could a rich woman possibly have for me? Ask Lefty, I have been working these docks for years and besides my drinking no one has ever had a problem with me, much less accused me of being a thief. Sorry but you boys got the wrong guy.”
The Police bought it but still continued to rip through Errol’s room and left nothing to chance. Errol was searched again and shoved to the ground. One of the Police Officers picked up Errol’s shaving kit and examined it. He rummaged through it but found nothing, throwing its remains all over the decimated room. Finally the police left and the harassment was over. Errol stared at the mess, sat on the edge of the bed and exhaled a huge sigh of relief.
Hours later Errol went outside and smoked another cigarette, leaned on the rails near the edge of the ship and watched Australia grow smaller in the distance. Errol finally felt safe enough knowing that the pigs were long gone, and pulled out the scrubbing brush that belonged in the shaving kit. This brush had been examined by the police and tossed unceremoniously on the floor. Errol held the brush high in the moonlight and began to unscrew the bottom handle. The carved oak end casing gently popped off and then Errol shook the brush and dumped a handful of diamonds into his palm. He laughed like a conquering hero as the steamer sailed briskly into the darkening night.
The Legend Grows
When Errol wasn’t instigating fights with his wife he was bored as hell acting on a string of movies that he couldn’t believe they had booked for him. He was concerned about being typecast but even more nervous in being cast as a Doctor with a moral dilemma in the film Green Light. To make matters worse nobody on set could stand the lifeless posturing of the female lead Anita Louise, whom Errol figured to be a lesbian.
The film went nowhere and the director pissed everyone off by always shooting scenes at the same angle. To Flynn it was a waste of time but no sooner had it ended that he was thrust into another mediocre vehicle with the faded film star Kay Francis called Another Dawn. Directed by a fat German director named William Dieterle, a man with so much girth he was constantly breathing heavy and sweating. His cold German persona caused immediate friction with Flynn when the two began shooting in Yuma. Errol’s mood soured even more when the production was moved back to the desert hell of Lasky Mesa.
He had no desire to act in that piece of shit production and was being fed his lines during shooting because he hadn’t bothered to remember any one of them. Dieterle was furious about Errol’s behavior and complained bitterly to the Warner Brothers Studios about it. But to everyone’s relief Errol finished the film. He then fucked Kay Francis up the poop shoot doggy style in an old abandoned barn in Lone Pine. Her tight hole stretched so wide and pounded excessively so hard that she couldn’t sit comfortably for a week. Errol dropped a warm load on her back. Cleaned up and drove back to Hollywood alone with another film in the can.
Once he returned home Errol made up with Lili by taking her on a quick plane trip to Mazatlan. They spent a week boating, sunbathing, fucking and cruising by bicycles up and down the golden-sanded beach coast of the quiet Mexican fishing village. Upon returning to Hollywood Errol began pestering Jack about letting him star in some Broadway plays or at least let him join the Los Angeles Shakespeare club, ideas and thoughts that brought a steady stream of Laughter out of the robust mouth of Jack Warner. Why everyone always laughed when Errol mentioned Shakespeare he never knew and it constantly drove him nuts. Errol stormed out of Jack’s office in a rage and headed home driving faster than a maniac. He wanted to stop for a drink but promised Lili that he was only going to see Jack Warner and nothing else. Besides she said she would have a big surprise waiting for him when he returned home and Errol loved surprises.
He wondered what it was as he drove up the driveway to his rented Laurel Canyon estate. A home that unfortunately his lease was up on and the owners had no intention of selling and because of a family emergency needed the Flynn’s out by the end of the month. Errol walked into his house and noticed that the living room was empty. He called out for Lili and heard her speaking with someone else in the kitchen. By god he began to recognize the Scottish accent and boisterous laugh. It was Kotz! Errol rushed into the kitchen and was happily surprised to see his friend the good Doctor Kotz. Lili smiled at Errol and said. “Surprise!”
“This is great. Just what I needed!”
They greeted each with laughter and hugs. Kotz said. “You turned out to be an actor after all! I saw Captain Blood in Paris. It’s the talk of the Champs-Elysées! Amazing!”
“It’s not what it’s cracked up to be.”
“I’m sure it beats shoveling coal.”
Errol laughed hard because not even Lili knew him like Kotz did.
“This is a great surprise my good friend! Lili did you set this up?”
Lili downed her wine and said. “We thought it would lighten your mood.”
He kissed his wife in gratification and said. “Honey, break out the liquor. It’s a celebration!”
“Get it yourself. I was just leaving to see Marlene while she’s in town.”
“Who else silly.”
“Bring her by her and lets have a ball.”
“There’s not a chance in hell that I would introduce you to Marlene Dietrich. Have fun and don’t wait up as if you would anyways. Oh and…” She pulled Errol aside and held out her hand. Errol reluctantly reached in his pocket for some cash but there was none there.
“It was a long drive and I didn’t have a chance to stop at the bank.”
“Don’t worry I found the stash in your library. There was plenty there.”
Errol was pissed and said, “That’s my yacht money.”
Lili snickered at him, grabbed her purse and bid farewell to Kotz with a hug that swallowed her.
“Well Doctor we have the house to ourselves. I say we get drunk and break a few dishes.”
After a great evening spent drinking and smoking Turkish hashish that Kotz smuggled from Europe the old friends fell fast asleep before Lili even made it back home.
Lili awoke Errol with some head and forced him to fuck her while she still had a buzz going. Errol tried to get out of it but ended up throwing her legs in the air and plowed her with deep long strokes until she had a good orgasm and fell asleep. Now restless Errol entered the room where a snoring Kotz was sleeping his high off. Errol gave him a friendly kick in the ribs, which awoke the Doctor. Kotz slurred in grogginess. “Breakfast already?”
Errol lit up the hashish and passed the pipe to Kotz.
“How I envy you married men.” Kotz said before he inhaled the potent smoke.
“There’s something I have to confess.”
“What is it Errol?”
“I’m sick of it all! The wife, the life, and the film factory! You’ve got to help me old buddy.”
Kotz sat up and said. “What shall we do?”
“There’s a hell of a civil war going on in Spain.”
“Sounds good. We will have to stop first in New York first.”
“Yes. Lili has some sort of play, or photo shoot. She’d kill me if I don’t show up.”
“I thought you wanted to get away from her?”
“I do but there’s something else in New York I have to take care of. If you catch my drift.”
“I knew you hadn’t changed.”
“Oh I have, but being married doesn’t mean I can’t pursue my interests, does it? Besides as the biggest movie star on the planet I deserve to have all the fun I can handle. Then we go to Spain. It will give me a chance to do some writing, maybe even report on the war as a freelance journalist for Randolph Hearst. Get the creative juices flowing again. I’m done with acting. I want to write.”
For the next few days Errol and Kotz had a blast as he introduced Kotz to John Barrymore and his rousing crew of drinking professionals. The party eventually ended up in New York where Errol had managed to get away from Lili long enough to fuck the shit out of a Russian Baroness that had been stalking him relentlessly for the past few months. The sex was better than average and the Baroness even had a throng of play toys including leather costumes, whips and handcuffs. Errol wasn’t into the sadistic sexual acts that the Baroness liked but for the sake of having a good time played along with her as best that he could. She placed a studded ring around his cock and dressed him in a Russian Officer’s uniform. After some lengthy and over dramatic sexual role playing and torturing she forced Errol to fuck in double penetration from behind. He obliged her by sticking his harder than usual dick thanks to the ring inside her wet pussy and at the same time shoving a lubed up pink dildo up her ass. She loved it. A few hours flew before Errol suddenly realized that he was late for Lili’s photo shoot.