American Molly House original screenplay by Ryan Oeters
1770 PUNCHBOWL LIBERTY
8 anonymous hands each grasping a glass mug dunking them simultaneously into a colossal punchbowl filled with toddy. The bouquet of bountiful rum and nutmeg is skimming fresh in the air looping the men. Raising their impregnated mugs for a toast. ANONYMOUS MAN For the future of our sons shall liberty reign in New York and every colony. Saluting mugs and slurping the toddy in united fashion the men exit the back doors of a shanty coupled to an auberge near city hall park in New York City. Carefully throttling a long wooden pole attached to the top an ensign with the single word “Liberty” on a royal blue conical cap. Carrying it discreetly in the bliss of the late night darkness without a word. Quickly surmounting the liberty pole resolutely in the ground hoisting it high in the night air staring up at its glory in sync. Giving a celebratory jig and slapping hands zestfully before scurrying wisely back to their safe house.
PRELUDE TO A REVOLUTION
Perched astutely inside a hale New York City tavern flirtatious, acute Thaddeus takes a liberal swallow from his cold beer. Quenching his early evening hankering, his curly raven mane hooks gazes as he tastes his lips and gives a swank smile to the suspired bartender.
BEST FRIEND KIBITZ
Slinky 18 year old Tobias carouses his rickety arms around his best friend Sebastian as they shine gaunt bodies with taut holds tussling in the towering olive green Philadelphia grass.
Lusty, electric teen Jacob hustling ensuing his ebony Australian Shepard Ash as she bustles across a Boston meadow. His mercurial buddy Zac succeeding convenient at his heels hotfooting to clip the beloved pet dog as they blitz through the ripe New England draft.
Butterball cheeked Gordon chaws jovially submerging into his titanic piece of cherry pie. Digesting his luscious prize on a dime and undeniably afore the line of four lardy finalists adjoining him on stage. Crumbs plunge off Gordons roly-poly chin slugging the outdoor stages timber mezzanine. The commingled crowd of elderly and juvenile eyewitnesses applaud while the contests rangy rawboned judge squeezes Gordons pudgy right forearm upraising it sky-high to the tittering horde.
Gordon rumbles to lift his porcine beefcake from the peg pew as the swarm chants in piercing gay voices.
Gordy! Gordy! Gordy! Gordy!
The bald dark terra-cotta skin of Ceasar's African buttocks are exposed in equal parallel to the other defrocked slaves bound with canary rope tightly to wooden stakes. As Savannah slave owner Harry scourges him callously across his peeled cheeks while Ceasar wails in twinge as tears trickle from his flickering eyes.
Prominent blacksmiths son Gerard toiling abut a davenport in the basement workspace cloaks his rugged arms around the peaked chest of young apprentice Billy. Catechizing him how to hold the smoldering iron befittingly as Gerard sways Billy's hands in the proper lay enlightening him in midst lesson.
A chintzy teenage sonny is trooping along an empty Charleston street forlorn in the lurid South Carolina night. Suddenly a horse drawn buggy convoying two occult men approaches the gaudy boy and as he detours to face the buggy a pistol is weeded and clasped directly at him. The boy stops in his tracks realizing he is about to be robbed for the whole shebang he can give.
A cartel of lawless adolescents poised in a grand halo on a brick street in Raleigh. Gyrating tops for bets and snorting out loud. As the victor spinner collects his winnings in marbles and chocolate.
The angelic sun setting over the Atlantic Ocean as the New Jersey coast is lambent. Statuesque 21 year old Daniel flings off his sark and trousers facing the indigo ocean water he ambers into the splintering waves and gambols into the Ocean relishing the ectasy of his stripped boody rasp in the cool water.
DRINKS ARE FREE
Strapping bartender Seymour with curtailed burnt sienna quills, matching perky brows and ultramarine eyes cocks in wake of the justled drinkery. Tilting a gorged crystal bottle of rum as he fills multiple cannikins to the top rim for the buoyed crowd of waiting macho patrons.
Rattle skulls are on the house, boys.
A privy door in the rear of a hostelry draws prudently behind two lasvicous young stripling as they fervidly begin to kiss mouths. Taking one anothers tunics off caressing their unrobed chests and fondle maws.
New York City, New York January 1770, a shipyard abreast the banks of the Hudson river. The auroral sun penetrates the early morning scene inside the crowded dockyard. Dockmaster Ryan stepping onto a capsized wooden crate waving both his hands ordering all his men to huddle around him. His burly 7 inch mahogany beard suspending his chins reach garnished with two light moss colored beads corkscrewed at the bottom attracts a legion of stares from the new guys. As the influx of crew form a circle beleaguering him, leaving an open space of 15 feet. The frayed grass and dirt spawn a slapdash arena anticipating to gaze a cock fight.
Gents its time to introduce our dueling cock scrappers this morning. To my right last months champ Geronimo and his owner Davy.
Davy holding his senior cock with both hands firmly pageants Geronimo to the mobs kudos.
DOCKMASTER RYAN (CONT’D)
To my left virgin brawler Jupiter and his owner Jay. Let the bloodthirsty biddy’s feud.
Jay steps forward tightly clutching Jupiter as he faces Davy. Simultaneously emancipating their cocks, immediately bombarding one another with careening blows. Jupiter remaining competitive in genesis but quavering to fatal scalping to Geronimos savvy at bouts omega. Hurrahs taper the crowd before the crew disperses to position on the hull.
21 year old Seymour is plodding with his hands bearing a keen ax. Standing six feet tall with a slender enduring build, his dishy coiffure resonates the suns sparkle. Flexing the meat on his triceps as he etches a great girder for a new skiff. Saturated with pristine sweat gobs across his forehead continuing to grind blinking his eyes to stymie the drips of sudor. His mind starts to spitball secretively. Morgan also 21 fit with rich beige hair flowing as he pivots his chopper next to Seymour. Morgan’s avid physique for a shorter man of 5 foot 9 teamed with his sturdy daily yield had gained him a generous critique from Dockmaster Ryan.
I could sure use a fat bombo for my toil today.
As Seymour models his finesse revoking portions of a dream he had the night before envisaging a King somewhere on the other side of the world. The century and country is alien and seems to hint hundreds of years in the past. The Kings face limelights an intense energy as he spys a party of late teenage chaps dallying in the courtyard.
I’ll be belting a stonewall when I wrap.
Let’s deuce that plan.
Scudding profoundly into his daydream the King ordaining a serf to chaperon the shirtless lad he savored clowning in the quadrangle to his chambers. As the fancied boy is ushered inside he orders the serf to shut the doors behind him importuning the lad and king alone. Maturing his goad he focuses his sight on Morgans exposed forearms augmenting his glimpse to his treasure trail on his lower belly. In full blown reverie the King performs oral upon the acceding 18 year old boy to culmination. Succeeding ejaculation the king buffs his jowls white with his vestment and then stands up. Seymour watches closely as Morgan takes a pause and stares back at his fellow proletarian. Eyeballing that perserveres longer then a typical glance as they share a smile at one another for a twinkling. Seymour scans Morgans mouth cajoled by his appeal.
CLOSE UP OF MORGANS MOUTH AS HE SLOWLY LICKS HIS UPPER LIP FROM LEFT TO RIGHT THEN LOWER LIP FROM RIGHT TO LEFT
Edged by his air castle in the kings chambers he fathoms the king complasaintly imparting the boy to copulate in same fashion on him. Morgans bait charming him back to reality.
THE SUN SETTING OVER THE HUDSON RIVER
The work day is finished and Morgan approaches Seymour while he is tramping away.
I see you possess mighty skills with your dirk, Seymour. Maybe you could give me a lesson sometime help me fine tune the speed of my strokes.
You did quite well today Morgan I must say with your hand and mine we may conquer this hull tomorrow. I tell you what if you like on Saturday you can give me company to this timberland I know of in the north. I pine to gather strong wood to build a spread to my flat I am scheming.
I fancy the opportunity Seymour. So you will meet me here Saturday and entertain my curiousity to your skill.
I welcome the chance, my friend. Let’s plan for 9 right here and I’ll take you to this ripe timberland.
18 Year old Tobias donning angelic chestnut brown locks beetling his forehead and elapsing the seat of his ears escorts past his mother and father in avenue to his bedroom.
After I finish helping you and pop in the field tomorrow I am going to the river with Sebastian to catch us some fish.
Tobias you try hard to bring us home some superb tasting cod tomorrow. I will poach us a great dinner from your lasso the whole week. You can use the pot behind the house to keep em in. If you can do that for your pop, mom and Amelia I will bargain for a pair of modish chaps and chemise to wear to school.
I’ll do my best Pop sometimes those slimy things are hard to handle.
You will look so adorable for all the lassies in town with your dewy breeches Toby.
Overhearing her family talking from inside her room young lanky haired 14 year old Amelia peers at her brother.
Toby’s hair is too shabby for him to find a girlfriend. Girls are supposed to grow the long hair. His face wont be pretty enough until I chop those crummy cowlicks for him.
I can’t trust no 14 year old mangling my hair. She’ll end up cutting off my whole head. Maybe I’ll let mom clip it but I have to think about it.
Go to sleep, there’s oodles to do tomorrow, son.
Good night Mom, good night Dad, night Amelia
As he shlepps the few remaining feet into the bantam free space in his living quarters in front of his bed. The muffled “good nights” from Amelia and his parents empty Tobias’s ears. His parents enter their own room into privacy. Staring down at his bare feet Tobias gently tugs at his worn amber knickers and pulls them entirely off. Then yanks his white linen shirt overtop his head and tossing his clothes next to each other on a meager pulpit abutting his bed. Tobias standing a stark 5 foot 7 and winsome 120 pounds de facto bony physically he proudly peeks down at his unclad stomach. Rubbing his right hand crossing his belly button a few times he then raises his right arm up and flexes his bicep muscle to a crest. Using his left hand to roll his fingers softly across his bulging brawn. Then scours his right hand through his bangs flinging them backwards over his forehead as he plops gaily down onto his bed. Laying uncovered for a breezy moment with his arms relaxed behind his head seemingly holding him up as if he had something peculiar on his mind. Reflecting on his day ahead of him and with a merciful snigger Tobias moves both his hands to his chalky underwear. Teasing his skin for a jiffy he eventually slides his underwear awry into glutted nudity. Enjoying the privacy of his bedroom alone and the crisp air around him he lays back this time with his hands resting on the upper part of his breadbasket. Looking up to the ceiling beginning to fantasize in his inherent world. First an image of Sebastian’s athletic nature smiling at him the day before as the two best friends were leaving school together. Changing to his memory of sitting next to him at a desk during class as he goggles Sebastians hand write a note on a piece of paper using a pencil. He stares intently at how enchanting Sebastian’s skin on his hand is as he brushes his cursive letters onto paper.
CLOSE UP OF SEBASTIAN’S HAND WRITING IN CURSIVE
Evolving to a memory of Sebastian poised outside his house with him shirtless. Reflecting past occasions that turned him on he continues his fantasy of Sebastian’s dapper focusing in on his exposed nipple. Excitably gazing across his own chest and tight paunch. Lowering his right hand across himself slowly caressing in the first stages of calmy masturbating. Deepening his atlantis imagining Sebastian’s teat becoming erect whilst reaching up squeezing his own right bust.
CLOSE UP OF SEBASTIAN’S DIVESTED CHEST AND THEN CLOSE UP OF HIS OWN NIPPLE AS IT HARDENS BEING SQUEEZED THEN LOWERING DOWN HIS STOMACH
Swapping remembering a time he and Sebastian were wrestling in the grass alone in an open field. Picturing Sebastian rolling on top of him and stradling him with his legs bent at the knees on both sides. Resting his butt easily on his solar plexus teasing him. Tobias progresses masturbating faster as he indulges in fantasia flush naked. His eyes shut as his pets increase stiffer and steadier.
CLOSE UP OF TOBIAS’S FACE AS HIS EYES ARE CLOSED SHOT MOVING SLOWING DOWN HIS ARM AS HE CONTINUES HIS JERKING MOTION
Shifting from him grappling in the barley to envisaging kissing Sebastian on his cushy lips. Seeing him fully encompassed in french kiss shared with his closest compatriot. Scoping himself tickling Sebastian’s smooth body everywhere actualizing from his neck down his hardy chest and sleek arms, languiding coddling his navel. Converging to climax envisioning clinching below Sebastians waist spectactles him perfectly naked. Giving a posy his erection frenzies on his contracted abdomen. Sensibly giggling then sweeping his spout, eyes cling sealed.
CLOSE UP SEBASTIAN’S BULGE IN HIS BRITCHES SITTING AT THE WOODEN DESK IN CLASS TOBIAS LOOKS UP AND SEBASTIAN SURELY CATCHING HIM RUBBERNECKING WITH A GELASTIC LEER ON HIS FACE TOBIAS TURNS TO SLANT AT THE TEACHER
Arouse dabbling in titillation for the next afternoon rendevous with his favorite classmate he caps his torso with a wool blanket. Rolling to his right his mind fixes to armorous sleep state.
Zac trailing Jacob in chase of Ash as her stringy black bristles ebb wildly dashing in the ajar moorland. Halting to a breakneck corral of the dog around her chassis, Zac whacks hard into Jacobs dorsal knocking them both into a nestle. Laughing while they belly flop and Jacob rolls off the squatty share of Zacs body. Lollygagging forward to a kowtow as Zack hunkers up and slaps Jacob gingerly across his face.
I can bag that bitch better than you any day.
Were going to get so sponged tonight.
You have to wake me up later just come to my window.
Jacob swats Zacs face back reciprocating and bucks to his feet.
Don’t be a wimp this time I’m taking you to see a ghost tonight and I got permission to gut the rest of the whiskey.
Bring your rotgut we can bender I’ll be on my bed
Jacob pirouettes and spasms after Ash as she beats his anchor on her.
A TASTE OF FREEDOM
4 hours blown Jacob ascends the window out of his room and races down the lane bisecting an airy tract into Zac’s neighborhood. Tacitly prancing the crag paved drag solo then orbiting Zac’s brick home. The rear window belonging to Zac is cracked sufficient for Jacob to cleave both hands under the posterior plucking up the skeleton enough for him to fit his torso inside. Frisking the walls with his palms Jacob coasts himself into Zacs room. Scanning him dozing even-steven with the cover and his debunked skin, seizes the blanket twirling it onto the floorboards. Slumbered nude Zac kindles but remains camped on his back scouting up at his friend.
Your so early.
Put some clothes on and lets push off.
Where do you reckon your taking me I’m not getting in the river.
Moonshine with me please.
Jacob passes Zac the brimming bottle of whiskey.
Were going to see the ghosts. We have to bounce the wall and find the best place. I’ll tell you a story I know about, it’s true.
Who told you this ghost story I don’t believe in ghosts your just drunk already.
Zac takes a slosh from the whiskey and retreating it to Jacob who supervenes with a swig. Zac pulling his slacks up and buttoning them. Cladding a milky pullover he rolls up his sleeves then pounces out the window mimicing Jacob onto the cobblestone. Strutting up a slighted hill and turning left following another lane. Approaching Copps Cemetary Zac and Jacob cumber the grey stone palisade. Zac cribs his hands to aid as a step while Jacob snatches the crown of the rampart pulling himself over then reaching for Zacs arms ballyhooing him to the other side. They tumble in blubbery grass inside the cemetary walls. Zac lets loose a coy laugh as Jacob quaffs the whiskey then handing it to Zac, who tosses and passes it back to his chummy rival.
All the dead spirits in here know we are watching them.
So tell me what exactly do ghosts do all day?
Watch people. That’s all they can do. Spy and wait for the perfect soul.
Jacob ushers Zac past the foreground along a dirt groove towards the apogee of the shadowy cemetary. Coming cold turkey to the facial of a grave marked Douglas Hoover and cooly slacken on the turf they perch contiguously. Swapping tastes from the jigger.
Its true when somebody jacks off alone atop a banshees grave, the spirit is bestowed the chance to possess their soul and re enter life again. Some spooks accept the coincidence and occupy fate. They call it being inside. Knowing they aren’t their old selves anymore is obsessive that’s why they like to haunt. Some deny nemesis and their door succumbs. Most hook except it rarely happens, getting off in a cemetary isn’t always on a list of chores. Thats’s why the acquainted spirits possess when it shakes.
Your starting to scare me. I don’t enjoy demons staring at me.
It’s legend the only manner they can steal your soul is if your alone jerking off. When you have a watcher with you while you do it destiny grants us the honor to give the ghost life or take them to the twilight.
So who gets to be the watcher.
We’ll flip a marked stone. You call it in the air. Winner watches and loser jacks off first.
Marking the top of a nearby rock with a circle blotch of soil Jacob cast the stone up in the air.
SLOW MOTION OF THE MARKED STONE IN AIR
Zac calls circles before the stone lands circle up.
So the watcher reserves the right to choose life of twilight.
Jacob promptly unbuttons his tan bloomers and lays back arising to masturbate rapidly in front of Zac. His erection being nourished tighter and unyielding as he is watched.
If you enjoy a taste and swallow you open the door to salvation. Spit it and the spirit dies. Your choice.
Jacob threatening orgasm as Zac bows beside him while his spritz splatters tenderly across Zac’s schnoz and jaw. Licking neat his shaft then jacking up his head nabbing the jug swashing and filling his mouth to capacity. Swallowing as Jacob sits up and leans gently on Zac kissing him lazily. Zac in full tilt regurgitates the stomach full of whiskey on to Jacobs face and his own. Jacob scramming and rising to his feet tweaks on Zacs shoulder to cull him up with him then points to the far side of the cemetary.
Look that old man is screwing that kid over there that’s disgusting.
That looks like Mr. Smith and that stupid kid from school. The really skinny short one.
Let’s get the hell out of here before that sick old man spots us.
As he leads Zac overtop the facade to the cobblestone on the other side.
I can’t believe we just saw that. I’m drunk and just saw the devil or Mr. Smith is so ugly.
Next time you have to take me to a better place to get wasted.
Zac and Jacob dart down the street reappearing into their north end neighborhood.
FADE TO BLACK.
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THE SUN RISING IN SPECTACULAR ORANGE AND PURPLE MORNING RAYS ABOVE 1769 MANHATTAN
Morgan wakes up as the sun rises above Manhattan inside his well maintained home not far from the shipyard. He puts on his trousers and white linen shirt eager to see Seymour he takes a large shwig from cup of fresh milk. Swallowing and licking his lips as he departs his home for the tavern down the street from the shipyward to accompany Seymour. As he arrives he takes a brief moment looking down both sides of the crowded street at fellow workers and casual strangers. Noticing a boy seemingly in his mid teens racing across the street not far away towards a group of his fellow friends. Smiling at the boy Morgan enters the tavern and immediately notices Seymour sitting at the far end stool speaking to a bar hand. Approaching him he sits in the empty seat next to him and the bar hand rests a large cup of hot coffee in front of him.
Compliments of the White Rose any friend of Seymours is a friend of ours.
Thanks so much
Well Good Morning Morgan you seem excited for your lesson today already.
Taking a drink from his coffee he looks into Seymours face closely.
I am I just don’t know what to expect.
Expect good things today. I can teach you many skills you could use at the shipyard. Captain Douglas is seeking a team to start on a tressel next week and asked me to help him pick the best of the best to complete the task.
Oh wow, there is endless tasks to be done at the shipyard I just wish we could get them finished faster so we could have more time to spend at home, there is so much I want to do with my home I have dreamed mightily of.
I could always help you with additions to your home. I am so jealous of the grand estates the rich in this city already have built. The fab arhitecture and neighborhood sized mansions. One day I will live comfortably in my own I promise you.
I am sure you and I both we can even build them together. So, may I ask where are you taking me today for this private lesson.
Seymour and Morgan both take sips from their coffee.
To a spot in the woods not many know of. Its quite solitude and beautiful there. I noticed a few timbers I want us to take home today. There I will show you some things I was once shown myself that can change your whole perspective on stroking wood the perfect way.
I shall wait to see for myself I presume this lesson will be enlightening and this hidden place you speak of seems so enthralling.
Well lets head out my friend I am ready to take you there.
As a group of four guys in their mid twenties laugh out loud as they begin the first card game of the morning at the White Rose Tavern. As the cards are distributed out to each other Seymour and Morgan stand and start to walk towards the tavern front door. The one at the table near by dealing the cards out to his drinking buddies looks up at Seymour as he passes.
Seymour will you be returning later for a game of six. I must introduce you to a buddy I met the other day from a place on 2nd st.
Probably not today Christopher I have plans to teach Morgan a few things. I will take you up on that game tomorrow if you like.
Ok then, I’ll see you tomorrow for a match, go on.
As Christopher and his group begin their card game and Seymour and Morgan exit the White Rose onto the street and begin walking north to a carriage waiting for them not far away. The two of them leaping up into the carriage as Seymour leads the horse in the direction of the woods a ways north of the city.
FROM ABOVE THE CARRIAGE LOOKING IN THROUGH THE SIDE AS SEYMOUR AND MORGAN SIT NEXT TO EACH OTHER ENJOYING THE MORNING AIR TOGETHER AND THE LENGTHY RIDE INTO THE WOODS.
As the carriage enters a wooded area and Seymour continues to direct the horse along a small path alongside a creek. Enjoying silence and the scenery as the path to the timbers extends to an elongated journey led by Seymours memory of the location once visited. Morgans eyes begin to drift to flexing of Seymours muscles in his arms as he commands the horse forward. Then focusing on the edge of the creek and large conglomeration of tall trees ahead.
Here we are my friend I call this spot Mister Sister because these two tall timbers who look like ancient brother and sister who grew strong next to one another. The large one Mister and his best companion Sister to his right.
Morgan peers high up to the tops of the two trees as they obviously have grown thicker and taller then the trees surrounding them on all sides.
Beautiful in deed.
They shall be more spectactular as I use them for the staircase I plan to conceive this summer.
As they jump off the carriage and Seymour ties the horse to a near by tree and then stands close to Morgan as they evaluate Mister Sister together.
These trees are living lovers who have loved this forest for years. I am sure they will still breed love to everyone who steps on them as the gateway to my second floor master bedroom I await to complete.
Seymour grabs two axes from the carriage and hands one to Morgan.
This axe is much heavier than the ones at the shipyard.
It is, I was given these two axes from a great man I met at a tavern last year. He took me to his home and showed me his collection. He made this to be used to cut down the mightiest of trees. He explained the steel is unbreakable and with the perfect stroke it takes half the time to conquer a valued timber then it does with a regular axe.
Seymour steps close to Mister the larger timber and holds his right hand above his left hand and swings at the bark with as much power as his body can throw. Morgan stands peering closely at Seymours grip as pieces of bark are slashed to the ground around them.
See my grip Morgan. Come closer and stand behind me let me show you.
Morgan walks behind Seymour gazing at his two hands holding the base of the axe.
Reach your hands around mine and wrap them around mine.
Following order Morgan grasps his hands around Seymours right on top of left.
Whats so special about this hold?
Let me show you just keep your hands on top of mine and let me guide them the whole way.
Seymour pulls the axe head back as far as possible and swings the second stroke towards the broken bark smashing into the damaged tree spilling more bark across the ground. He then pulls off from the blow and takes his right hand off the axe handle and moving his left hand upward on the handle in its place. Then replacing the lower spot with his right hand changing the positions of his hands from the last stroke. Morgans hands remain grasped around Seymours as he stands with his chest against Seymours back and both their legs slightly spread to maintain a superior angle swinging at the tree holding the axe together. As they swing the next stroke with their right hand below their left hand and a gash into the side of the tree is widening Seymour continues to switch hands between strokes as Morgan keeps his hold on his friends hand letting him lead the strokes.
This is called the change up. Just gives you more power changing hands between strokes.
Looks to be working so far.
We will finish mister together and then we can take turns on sister. Just keep your grip around mine and pay attention as much as you can to the push in my arms as we change up.
Smiling Morgan keeps his grasp tightly as they continue to chop hard and fast at mister. After every third swing Seymour would drop both his arms holding the axe down and rest them on the upper portions of his legs. The axe blade nestled on the ground for a few brief seconds then Seymour would lift the handle and begin the next successive swings. The second time Seymour rested his hands on his upper thigh area near his waist he turned his right hand outward forcing Morgans hand inward as it gently brushes up on his inner thigh near his groin. Leaving their hands resting for a few moments longer before the next three power strokes. Noticing how the back of his hands were brushing ever closer to Seymours crotch with each short rest not wanting to pull his hands off and say something he became somewhat stimulated and even excited as his hands touched Seymours body remembering his daydream the day before while working on the ship next to his friend. The next rest Morgan thinks he feels a hardening bulge rub against the back of his hands. Feeling a sense of closeness to Seymour he has never felt before or with any other male friend he liked this rush of adrenaline and noticeing he was also becoming erect from inside his own worn trousers. Confused but stimulated sexually he thinks Seymour may be noticing a bump in his lower back area.
SIDE SHOT OF SEYMOUR AND MORGAN STANDING CLOSELY TOGETHER AND RUBBING PANTS
Maintaining his close hold around Seymours hands as they keep stroking away at mister reaching a highwater mark in the cut wood where it seemed the thick timber would fall at any moment Seymour remains completely quiet. Working hard and fast together both acknowledging the bulges and not stopping they stay focused on changing hands and stroking in the right tender spot. Finally one last impact conquers mister as the trunk snaps at the cutting point as they seperate their bodies and hands for the first time in more then 10 minutes they back away and watch the tall tree crash beautifully to the forest floor.
We did it.
That was fast.
I told you I would teach you something new today. Four hands is better then two but even using the change up alone cuts crisp and solid every time.
If we bring back all this wood on another trip your going to have enough to build your own church and become a pastor.
Can I ask you something Morgan. Do you think God brought you here today to help me chop down mister and sister for my new stairwell or do you believe there was an alternative destiny for you today.
Alternative destiny? Well I hadn’t pondered one for today but I may say I am glad I came.
Morgan I want to give you a piece of my mind. They only way I can teach you the things I want to teach you is you let me do this for you now.
Seymour walks close up to Morgan and looks kindly in his eyes and smiles.
You must close your eyes for me and please don’t open them until I finish giving you the best part of your lesson today.
Alright if you think you can really teach me something.
Morgan shuts his eyes and waits to see what will happen next. Seymour chuckles briefly as he watches his friend obey his request then drops down to his knees. Reaching forward with both his hands he gently caresses Morgans bulge through his trousers. Surprised Morgan becomes immediately aroused by Seymours offer of affection. Deciding quickly in his mind to consent to Seymours actions as he slowly undoes his trousers and continues caressing his now almost full erection with both his hands. Rubbing his hands passionately up and down Morgans shaft and begins oral. Making sure to do his best to satisfy Morgan to completion he begins masturbating himself. Morgan keeping his eyes shut during then entire period of copulation pulling his head back to face the sky while he orgasms. Seymour enjoying their first sexual experience continues to lick and massage Morgans shaft and head after orgasm briefly. Opening his eyes and looking down at Seymour with a satisified smile Seymour stands up and before any words kisses Morgan on the lips. Encompassed and totally surprised by what has just happened Morgan is now relieved inside and feeling more love for Seymour then ever before. Encompassing Seymour’s lips while Seymour puts his hands around his arms and then pulling apart lips.
Your very strong Morgan. I think you know now who I am and I am glad I think I know you better now too.
What do you want to know about me Seymour? Tell me?
I don’t need to know any more then you want to share but what I can show you next can change your life forever.
Seymour pulls off his shirt and tosses it to the ground now standing bare chested and again looking into Morgans eyes.
The next thing I can show you is something you can’t see here in this forest. It’s bigger then you and I, but you are now awakened and you must be taught all the rules of game.
Awakened to what?
Seymour starts to take off his trousers and now stands fully nude as he picks up the axe and walks over towards the second now lone standing tree.
Awakened to the game.
As he swings his naked body hard at sister chopping the first bite into the bark. Then continuing with his next stroke. Morgan standing with his trousers still unbottoned watching Seymour chop away at sister naked he has a feeling he has never experienced before. Curiosity fills his stomach and seems to jolt up through his chest and into his face as Seymour swings away at sister. His nude body showing no signs of struggle or hesistation between strokes Morgan keeps his eyes on him as he begins to walk closer.
You speak of a game but where are the players?
Seymour pauses and again chuckles at Morgans statement. Resting the axe head on the ground and turning to face his friend.
I will show you but not now. We must wait until Wednesday night. I will take you there then and let you see for yourself. The rules are simple and benefits are great. The only thing I ask of you is for your secrecy. From today forward everything I teach you about the game must be kept as a lesson from god for you to know and not to speak about to anyone.
I have not heard word of any such game before? I am curious to see what this all about so I will keep your secret.
I will trust you with the truth when you know all of it. Everyone who learns the game respects the game and everyone who plays. Never does anyone lose dignity and privacy is very important. On Wednesday night follow me after work to a pub I know of. There things can happen for you Morgan. Good things that will prove your manhood and a brand new opportunity you shall benefit from everyday from here on forward.
Sounds like you got a plan for me, well its your lucky day because I was going to ask you for advice to find the best drink in town.
We are going to have that drink together Wednesday night. Keep your patience and I promise you there is more to learn. Just promise me this is between us only and we can sleep better then next few nights waiting.
Seymour keeps chopping at sister as bark flys off the wounded tree to the ground. Morgan offers to help him finish and grabs the axe from Seymour and starts stroking hard and fast into the groove. Practicing the change up technique used on mister sister falls in half the time. Morgan and Seymour celebrate with a laugh as sister lands on the green grass.
FROM CLOSE UP OF SEYMOUR AND MORGAN LAUGHING AT THE CHOPPED TREE ROAMING FURTHER AWAY AND THEN UP ABOVE THE TALL TREES OF THE FOREST IN BRIGHT DAYLIGHT INTO THE SUN.
BEST FRIENDS FOREVER
FROM HIGH ABOVE THE SKYLINE OF 1769 PHILADELPHIA MOVING OUTWARD TOWARDS THE BANKS OF THE SKUHLKILL RIVER.
18 year old Sebastian standing 5 foot 10 and only a 130 lbs is very slender with short dark brown hair is playing on rocks by the rivers edge. Walking across a group of large close knit rocks protuding the river streaming by. Suddenly a yell from a top a near by hill catches his attention as he recoqnizes the young voice as Tobias and looks over. Tobias is running fastly down the hill to catch up with Sebastian at the riverbank. Reaching the edge of water and his friend still standing a top a large rock he laughs out loud.
Your going to fall and drench yourself.
How about I give you a drenching.
As he leaps to the muddy banks of the river landing on both feet and grabbing a hold of a smaller Tobias with both arms. Teasing him with a bear hug acting like he is going to pick him up and throw him into the river.
I can’t swim I will drowned.
You mean I have to teach you how to swim and fish today. What good are your parents.
I don’t need my parents anymore I swear. I don’t need school either I can take care of myself for the rest of my life.
The rest of your life isn’t going to be very long if you can’t swim.
As he surprises Tobias by pushing him into the river. A hard shove that knocks him off balance while he falls face forward into the rushing river. Going under for a brief moment then pulling his head above water Sebastian laughing hysterically jumps in after his friend. Landing next to him splashing around in the chilly water he teases Tobias and dunks his head under letting him up for air and then splashing his face with a handfull of river water. Tobias enjoying the harrassment splashes a handfull of river water back at Sebastians face.
My pop told me if you want to catch the fish you must understand them first. Getting in the water with them is like sharing their bed. We just have to catch them while they are sleeping.
They continue splashing around at each other in the river a few minutes longer. Then lifting their drenched clothed bodies out and stand next to each other on the bank still laughing.
I got to dry off my clothes before I go home.
As he pulls of his wet shirt and drops it on a near by grassy area. Then pulls of his shoes and sits them next to his shirt. Sebastian follows resting his shirt and shoes next to Tobias’s.
Are you scared to get naked in front of me.
Sebastian pulls off his underwear and plops them next to his shirt standing fully nude in front of Tobias. He laughs out loud and smiles at Tobias before turning and jumping back into the river going under for a moment then surfacing. Tobias laughing at his friend pulls down his wet underwear and sets them next to the other wet clothes to dry then jumps into the river naked following Sebastian. They begin splashing water at each others faces for a few moments. Suddenly Sebastian stops and acts surprised looking at Tobias. He pulls both his hands underwater.
Something is grabbing me. Something has a hold of me.
As he starts to scream and then his head disappears underwater. Tobias yells out for Sebastian staring acrose the river looking for Sebastian to come up.
UNDERWATER SEBASTIAN SWIMMING TOWARDS TOBIAS’S NAKED BODY IN THE WATER AND THE REACHES FORWARD WITH BOTH HANDS GRABBING HIS RIGHT FOOT AND YANKING HIM UNDER AS HE THEN REACHES AROUND HIS CHEST FROM BEHIND SQUEEZING HIM AS THEY BOTH SURFACE.
What are you doing to me?
Saving you from the ghosts in this river. One just pulled me under tried to take me to his world.
His world, do you really believe in ghosts? Why are you holding me?
As Sebastian keeps his arms around Tobias holding him closely with his head behind his head speaking to him.
Because the story has it the ghosts can only strike one person at a time. They are known to swim this river possessing fish bodies with their lost soul.
Who’s lost soul?
The lost souls of the ones who died near by in this river. The legend goes that when a person is alone in the river the closest dead spirit has first chance to live again. The only way they can regain entrance to human conciousness is through possession.
You got to be playing with me. You aren’t serious are you.
I wouldn’t lie to you, there have been true cases once bitten from a fish infected with a lost soul you begin to lose your own mind. The dead spirit starts his possession of your body.
I would suppose we don’t get bit then.
We must stay together or the soul that grabbed me will try again.
They stay together with Sebastains arms still lightly around Tobias as he splashes and laughs. With both their naked bodies under the river water and feeling Sebastians bare skin rubbing against his becoming truly turned on he turns his face towards Sebastian smiling.
Your bluffing about the legend aren’t you.
Legends don’t lie but friends can. I have something to tell you but first I want to know that I can trust you. Secrets only stay with best friends. Can I think of you as a best friend or only just a friend.
I’m your best best friend trust me I won’t tell your secret to anyone, what is it?
My last best friend moved away a few months ago. Our secret stayed with us. I know lots of guys at school who are friends but all they do is lie to look good. Best friends can do more then just look good. Paul taught me that having sex with just our girlfriends wasn’t enough.
I don’t even have a girlfriend right now.
I know that but that doesn’t mean you can’t have sex. Best friends can use each other for that.
So that’s your secret.
Yes but it’s not a true secret until after it happens.
Are you going to show me how?
As they look at each other faces closely still saturated in river water and smirking.
Rule number one is the one who gets to play the girlfriend the first time is decided by who has the longer dick. Whoever has the bigger prick gets to do the licking.
We do. When we get out we press them next to each other and the larger one wins. At least for our first time.
As Sebastian lets go of Tobias and both of them make their way to the edge of the river their naked bodies dripping with water they both laugh at each other as they watch each others bare bodies and Sebastian approaches Tobias standing directly facing him. Tobias is laughing almost hysterically at his best friend.
Calm down and look at me in my eyes. Rule number two is everything from now on must be our secret. Nobody can know about us ever best friends must trust each other always. Do you promise?
Sebastian stares close up at Tobias’s face and then kisses him quickly on the lips pulling back his face and looking down as he reaches towards Tobias crotch gently squeezing him. Then pulling his shaft against Tobias’s side by side holding them tight together to measure.
LOOKING DOWN FROM EYE LEVEL AT THE SHAFTS TOUCHING EACH OTHER AS SEBASTIAN RUBS THEM CLOSE GETTING THEM BOTH ERECT FOR A GOOD MEASURE.
As they stand reflecting for a moment Sebastian then looks up and kisses his best friend longer this time. Reaching his hand around to his bare buttocks and squeezing them with both hands. Tobias reaching around Sebastian following him and squeezing his buttocks at the same time.
FROM ACROSS THE RIVER ZOOMING CLOSER SEBASTIAN AND TOBIAS STAND NAKED HOLDING EACH OTHER WITH HANDS WRAPPED AROUND EACH OTHERS GRASPING THEIR REAR ENDS PASSIONATELY FOR A MOMENT AS THEY ROTATE THEIR HANDS AROUND FRONT AND START STROKING ONE ANOTHER.
CLOSE UP OF A BASS SWIMMING BY IN THE RIVER DISSIPATING INTO ITS BLACK PUPILS.
AFTER THE GAME - MARCH 5TH 1770
Playing futbol in a grassy open field a group of teenage boys all shirtless as the round brown ball is kicked back and forth passing it between them fighting to position for a goal. Makeshift goals are made using two large barrels bordering the area to shoot and score on each end of the field. As a boy streaks down the side and breaks free from the nearest to him as the ball is kicked ahead to him tapping the top of the futbol with his left foot and kicking it furiously into the goal. Jumping up to celebrate the score his teammates yelling run to catch up. The ball continuing to roll further past the edge of the goal coming to stop at the feet of three older boys as they approach the game. Scott who bores shoulder length blond hair and an antagonizing stare is walking to the field with his two friends Robert and Samuel all three 21 and visibly drunk. Scott picks up the ball and carries it with him as he and his friends approach the younger boys still laughing and slapping each other after the winning shot. Cuddy who scored the goal is Scott’s younger brother of 16 has his back turned to him while he is struck with the ball thrown in the middle of his back knocking his tiny body to his knees.
Games not over, stupid.
As Cuddy turns around to face his brother.
Think your funny don’t ya. Looks like you are outnumbered, dummy.
Cuddy motions for his two closest friends Jacob and Zack to lead him and the rest of their buddies in an attack running at Scott, Robert and Samuel. Altogether ten boys 16 to 18 sprint towards them tackling each of them to the ground while they fight back hard. Successfully pushing off the first couple younger boys but quickly trampled by the group.
Will you jack asses get off me and come get drunk with us.
Why do you think we came to see you fools. Were too old for futbol and so are all of you. It’s time for you all to start drinking with the big boys.
The big boys, eh.
You all got to learn how to drink with the big boys before you can be a real man.
So if we come drinking with you dicks does that mean we get to sit with the real women at your place.
We are going to teach you boys to hold down some liquor first then show you where the real tramps hide.
Cuddy lets his older brother up off the ground as the other boys follow allowing Robert and Samuel to stagger to their feet.
Cmon’ we don’t got anything better to do today.
Motioning to his buddies to follow his brother.
Who all wants to come with Cuddy’s brother.
Looking at the rest of his futbol buddies as they smile at him pondering their decision.
I’ll come I guess.
Three other boys Eben, Jack, and Charles agree to come with Cuddy, Jacob, and Zack as they walk towards them while the four others deny the offer explaining they have to be home for lunch.
SAME DAY MASSACRE
Outside the customs house on King Street in downtown Boston apprentice wigmaker Edward Garrick calls out to British Soldier John Goldfinch as he leaves in complaint he has not paid a bill due to his master. Private Hugh White the soldier on duty reacts to the boys claim, challenges him and strikes him on the side of the head with his musket. As Garrick cries in pain fellow companion Bartholomew Broaders starts to argue with White as a large crowd begins to form around the scene.
NEARBY CIVILIANS FASTLY CLOSE IN SURROUNDING THE SCENE
Scott leads the six younger friends through the open field and into a short wooded area to the back yard of small shack Scott and his friends had built and which had obviously been used as a hang out. Walking up to large rectangular table set up with a bench seat braced against the back of the shack and further wooden chairs surrounding the three other sides. Large glass bottles filled with various liquor and glass cups lined the table. Scott grabs a full bottle and begins to pour each of the boys their first drink. While Robert and Samuel hand them out so they can start sipping.
You won’t taste a better rum in the navy. This stuff will light you boys up.
I’m going to join the navy next week.
I’d get so sick out on a ship all day with no girls around.
They all sip their rum.
I’ve heard some butch ladies pose as men to enter the navy just so they can fuck all the crew.
Yea I have heard that too but the men find out and allow it. They need to get pussy somehow.
I bet the officers don’t mind either and use these butch gals for their own ration.
Maybe while their at sea but when they get inland they get a lashing and booted forever I’m certain.
As the six boys finish their first glass of rum almost simutaneously.
You boys need to drink more rum or we’ll give you a lashing.
Robert fills up their second full glass of rum and laughs while they continue to take sips and smirk at each other.
So where are these places you know of to find us some hot tramps?
You all got to prove to us your a big boy before we share our secrets.
Jack finishes his second drink first while the others continuing with their glass. Setting it on the table as Robert fills it again. He then stands up on his chair and undoes his trousers in front of everyone.
My boy isn’t just big. My boy is huge.
As he pulls out his penis showing off it’s mighty size for everyone to see. As they start laughing hysterically and pointing at Jack standing on the chair holding his shaft and shaking it out back and forth to prove its thickness and size.
Damn that thing is massive.
You gonna find yourself a fine lady to squeeze you out a village with that someday.
I am going to have myself a huge family all because of my huge rod. So is this enough proof for you.
We believe you, that’s enough elephant boy.
Jack tightens his trousers back up and steps off the chair grabbing his third drink and sipping it with the others.
That just proves one of you but the rest of you fellows aren’t big boys yet. You have to earn your own giant balls.
Samuel rest his right elbow on the table and motions for Eben to grab his hand and arm wrestle with him.
Come on Eben if you think your strong enough to join the navy then you can finish your drink and try to beat me.
Holding his glass to his mouth and downing the remaining rum Eben doesn’t hesitate and reaches his elbow on the table and squeezes Samuel hand. Robert grabs the top their hands and counts down.
Samuel and Eban begin their arm wrestling match as everyone watches eagerly drinking their rum. The match starts evenly but after a few moments Samuel starts to overpower Eban as his arm lowers towards the table in defeat. Trying to hold and maintain he gains some leverage back but then loses it again and struggles longer to hold off losing to Samuel. Finally Samuel slams Eban’s fist to the table winning the match and seperating hands.
Maybe after you get out of the Navy you’ll be stronger kid.
Robert slams his elbow to the table and looks at Charles challenging him to a match. As Charles happy to accept squeezes Roberts hand. Scott holds the top of their hands and counts down.
Charles begins the match by overpowering Robert. Roberts hand goes all the way back about two inches from losing and almost slamming against the table as he holds his ground for a few moments.
I’m not that easy son, just testing you.
As he begins to gain ground and leveling out as their hands are squeezing one another tightly while the other root them on. Then Robert begins to push Charles hand back surprising him with his sudden burst of power. Then slamming his fist down in victory and letting go.
I thought I had you.
Well maybe after a few more drinks you’ll do better.
Charles laughs and looks at his hand slightly reddened and sore.
Sorry fellows but we oughta head back if we want to catch us all some eating before dark. We still got a good walk home.
Leaving so soon. Next time we’ll have some gin for you all and some more ways to prove yourselves.
I’d watch your back in those woods after drinking. There are true stories about crazy drunks stumbling this way. They can smell some good rum a mile away and will come after you all mistaking you for a pretty lady.
13 year old Barry is running for his life swerving in between tall pine and spruce trees through the deep woods. Trailing 20 feet behind him is 49 year old Ted his long gray hair swinging in the wind as he strides fast yearning to reach Barry. Tripping on a large branch Barry falls hard to the ground rolling over once then struggling back to his feet Ted closes in within a few feet and screaming out through his thick dark gray beard.
Son, if you know best you’d stop for your new daddy.
Running furiously to keep pace with Barry as he speeds deeper through the darkening woods.
FADE TO BLACK.
We can handle the woods I’m not scared of any old man.
Let’s go I’m so starving.
As he leads Jack and Charles away from the table towards the woods the way they entered. Cuddy stands and starts to follow them.
You guys can stay longer and drink with my brother me and Eban caught the fish his father is cooking up for supper I want to taste it.
They’ll be fine we will to teach them how real men drink tonight. We have the best rum in Boston to share with you lucky bastards.
We’ll meet you at the docks tomorrow.
As he follows Jack, Eban and Charles deeper into the woods and out of sight. Samuel hands Jacob and Zack the next full glass of rum.
FROM A RIOT TO A REVOLUTION
As a crowd of at first 50 Bostonians grew to 300 to 400 surrounding the area near the steps of the customs house. Runners alerted the barracks as a group of officers with loaded muskets arrived to relieve White who was being insulted by the crowd. Snowballs and rocks are thrown at the officers daring them to fire as they continue to intimidate the British soldiers in growing numbers. Suddenly a thrown object strikes an officer and knocks him down to the ground and his musket out of his hands. Angrily he gets up and yells to fire. Commanding Officer Preston does not give the order to fire but in a matter of seconds a series of ragged shots ring out into the crowd. Dispersed and striking eleven civilians. Hitting servant Crispus Attucks and killing him instantly the paniced crowd reacts violently and flees for protection.
EIGHT SOLDIERS POINTING THEIR MUSKETS AT THE CROWD AS THEY FLEE
Seventeen year old apprentice Samuel Maverick lays on the bricks near by suffering from a fatal wound bleeding profusely.
CLOSE UP OF BLOOD DRIPPING OFF HIS HEAD ONTO THE BRICKS
FADE TO RED.
Scott holds his hand around the bottom of a glass as he guides it emptying into Zack’s mouth. Robert doing the same with Jacob’s as they both finish the glass and lick their lips. Looking at each other Zack and Jacob getting really drunk smile for a moment when they make eye contact and then turn to face Scott, Robert, and Samuel sitting next to them at the table.
So tell me when is the last time you boys had a girl please you.
Laughing out loud visibly becoming drunker by the passing seconds.
There isn’t a girl in this town who can handle my schlong.
He chuckles while Samuel finishes his drink and fills more rum.
So that means you let Zack handle it for you then.
Zack’s a big man now he’s had a lot to drink. I bet he is good at handling heavy loads for his best friend.
Zack reaches over pushes Jacob’s stomach teasing him.
Jakes the one with the more girly voice. Look at his lips I don’t think they get that red just from kissing his girlfriend.
Samuel holds the filled cup to Jacobs lips forcing the rum down his throat for him. Swallowing and shutting his glazed eyes while his mind melts into a drunken stupor.
A painted sign on the front door of his offices in the outskirts of downtown Jamestown, Virginia read Matthews Apothecary alerting patients to his sacred abode he also calls home on the second floor above the lobby. All four walls are lined with shelves of colored bottles of all sizes. Most with tags representing their healing purposes. Various objects used for therapy and for the many patients he sees every working day. His 17 year old practicing apprentice Calvin standing 6 ft. 4 with long thin arms and legs matching his thin build for his height looks astutely at Dr. Matthews while he pours a green bottle of syrup used for healing headaches into a larger brown bottle. Calvin holding the brown bottle for his teacher while he pours.
You know I told your father the other day how fast a learner you are and that I think you will be a great doctor someday Calvin. I’ve noticed how bright you are son and how well you work with those strong hands of yours.
56 year old Dr. Matthews maintaining perfect health, well shaped body and smooth clean shaven face to keep his respected image as the top Apothecary in Jamestown. He finishes pouring the syrup and stares into Calvins hazel eyes.
Thanks, Dr. Matthews you know I would never leave this job even if I was asked to lead an army. Medicine is my life.
Calvin I want you to sample this fine syrup for your doc. It will help greatly to rid you of any headaches and your sleep will improve. You can always brag to our patients how good it works, shall you have a taste.
Dr. Matthews reaches behind him grabbing a cup from a shelf and filling it to the top with syrup then handing it to Calvin who happily obliges lifting the cup to his mouth digesting the medicine then playfully rubbing his stomach. Within just a few moments he experiences light headedness spinning into full blow dizziness before entirely losing conciousness and falling towards Dr. Matthews catching Calvins fall with both hands. Discreetly dragging his limp body into a room in back and resting him gingerly on a bed. Laying Calvins hands back behind his head then standing above him smiling to himself.
DREAMING THE BEGINNING
CLOSE UP OF JACOBS EYES OPENING BRIEFLY THEN SHUTTING AGAIN
As he is laying on his back on a bed inside the shack too drunk to know what is happening. A bright light is twinkling in his eyes as his drunken state of half conciousness is teasing him. Shirtless and reeking of rum both his hands are tied softly behind him to the bed posts. Both his feet are similarly tied to the other end of the bed. Zack is laying on a bed next to him shirtless and only wearing his underwear. He is not tied to his bed but is sleeping intoxicated off so mcuh rum and not aware of everything taking place around him. Scott and Robert stand near his head watching his face as his eyes slowly open and close in bewilderment. Samuel sitting on the bed in between Jacobs spread legs is giving him a blowjob attempting to force him to copulate and enjoy the hot drunken experience to its maximum. As Jacobs erection stiffens and appears close to orgasm he opens his eyes and keeps them open seemingly noticing Robert and Scott looking down at him smiling and touching his cheeks. Scott puts his finger inside Jacobs mouth opening it up while he orgasms to completion with Samuels help. Robert touching himself over his pants while he watches and then walks over to Zac
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