Date: Tue, 20 Mar 2012 11:34:27 -0700 (PDT)
From:D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Remembering Parker

Ken was startled by the number of cars parked along the cul de sac where he
grew up. He walked past them to the house. It looked the same.

Parker kept it clean, painted and worked in the yard to keep updating the
landscaping. Ken had worked there too, learning about grass seeding,
pruning and other tidbits Parker imparted to him.

The house was full of recognizable former neighbors and classmates. Ken
walked about, nodding and greeting some whose names he remembered and those
he had forgotten.

He knew his Marine dress uniform was impressive. He liked wearing it. The
battle ribbons denoted his first and beginning of his second term. Ken had
decided to reup after a talk with Parker in fact only two years before.

"Hey" Trib said nodding.  "Looking good" Ken shook his hand. Trib used to
live next door. They had grown up comparing parents, rules, teachers and
bodies. They hugged. It had been years since Ken told him he was joining
the corps.

"Missed you man" Trib said in his ear. The squeeze of arms around Ken
emphasized his words. "Yea me too" Ken said wishing he could kiss him on
the lips, the way they did that day he left town.

There were others they both remembered from near by streets, classes in
high school, and the two years they shared in the CountyCollege. Again more
nods and stifled smiles.

"Its beginning" Megan walked through the crowd accepting sympathies and
leading the group into the transformed living room.

Ken had avoided it until then. The wooden casket was open. He hated open
casket services. Six years in the corps had caused him to see others.
Buddies he saw die others he heard of.  A year of special assignment had
him work several funerals.

He was surprised at the number of men and boys in the room. There were
women too; families, Megan and her family had traveled from the other
coast. But there were Uniforms, suits ties, teenagers, twenties and older
there.

They all knew why they were there, how they knew Parker and why each other
was there. There were no secrets in the room.

The service was gratefully brief. Megan had arranged it all. She knew too
what nobody said. Ken stood and said his part, Anthony, Shoup, Sally, Don,
Marc..all took their turns.

Megan asked if anyone else wanted to speak, and one by one others stood in
place to express joy seeing everyone there, thanked Parker for his wisdom
and ended their comments usually awkwardly. There were sniffles and
coughing to avoid more.

"You ok?" Megan asked Ken seeing the tears that had made two streams down
his cheeks. He nodded.

"Here's the key, stay as long as you boys want" she said after the casket
was carried out of the room.

Ken stood by the trees, Trib was nearby, the others were all there. The
graveside service was thankfully short ending with a squad of Army riflemen
shooting their salute to a fallen veteran. Ken knew Parker was a veteran.
He had seen the medals even tried on the man's uniform.

He had worn many other costumes. They all had.

The party was to be a quiet one, but everyone knew otherwise. They had beer
to drink. Memories to share, a pool to use and there would be slides and
video to watch.

The noise level increased as the music changed from somber to dance beats.
Trib was shirtless as usual. He always was as a boy and the years of weight
lifting had kept him in shape.

As the hamburgers cooked, more and more stripped to enjoy the pool as they
had over the years. Ken carefully hung up his uniform.

"So you might have been the last one here" Trib said

Ken looked at the large photograph of him on the wall with others. He posed
with Parker wearing his old Army uniform coat.

"Yea, doubt it. He had more like us you know. You saw them at the service"
Ken said stretching his bare arms.

"Nice tat" Trib said resting his hand on Ken's arm. "Obligatory for grunts"
Ken said smiling at the touch.  He had missed it.

"Come on" he trotted out the door, ignoring his nudity. Trib followed
struggling to remove his own shorts.  They weren't the first naked men in
the pool. It was a virtual soup of naked men and boys.

The event became a party as splashing, impromptu volley ball game and lots
of grab ass became the norm.

More beer and food passed around. Nobody cared the age of the consumer.
Parker liked younger men.  Everyone was or had been that once.

"Hey" Ken knocked on the door. "My friend Trib said you were looking for uh
help around the house" he was young then. Just moved to the block and
befriended by the boy next door.  Joshua Tribolarri or as the kids at
school called him, Trib.

"UH I can always use help" Mr. Parker said smiling. "And if you're a friend
of Trib, you're welcome"

The yard work began his occasional work. Sometimes he was there when Trib
was, other times he was alone with the man. Painting the fence, pulling
weeds, cleaning the pool, painting baseboards all became skills rather then
chores as years passed.

"Come on let me get a shot" Parker aimed the camera and Trib put his arm
around Ken's shoulders. Both boys, shirtless in swim suits they didn't know
were called Speedos posed dry and wet.

The yelling quieted down as the afternoon sun baked the group. More beer,
naked bodies lying in the sun, a few more diving back in the pool to cool
off. Some drifted into the house only to return later. Ken knew why they
went inside.

"So you boys treat this like a second home. But whatever you do here stays
our secret" Parker said to them.  Trib had already stripped naked showing
off his thick patch of pubic hair and his teenage erection as he dove into
the water.

Ken was embarrassed but laughed along with Parker watching Trib jump high
into the air to land with a large splash.

"Come on" Trib let Ken into the house. He pulled Ken's shorts down and Ken
didn't resist. He worried Parker would discover them as Trib put his hand
on his own erection. But swooned as the boy began to do to him what he had
only done himself.

"It's cool. We all do it" Trib explained.

Ken felt like it. That was what he thought as he walked back out to the
pool naked with Trib.

"So you decided to relax" Parker nodded and aimed his camera. They posed
for him neither covering their manhood.

"We're going down stairs right?" Trib asked.

"Ken said so" Anthony another former classmate said.

Ken nodded. It was in Parker's letter that Megan sent him. He read it and
muttered "shit" "What's up Munro?"  a squad member asked.

"Nothin old friend died. Has a unique request"

The basement room was a lounge. The big screen had shown movies and adult
videos that educated most of them during those years when the Internet,
parents and peers didn't reveal everything. They sat watching and Parker
explaining.

Ken watched Trib and Solly do things that he had only fantasized about.
Parker aimed the camera and Ken got jealous.

"Go ahead, do what you want, only they and I will know" Parker said.

The slides were first. Faces he recognized and many he didn't filled the
screen. When one appeared who was in the room, there were comments,
laughter and jokes, especially when the images showed bold boys showing
their bodies without shame.

An occasionally oooo or silence when two or more were shown touching each
other or more erotic behavior. Trib knelt in front of Ken, his tongue
holding Ken's penis..Though its hardness didn't need support.

Someone patted Ken's shoulder. He was still shirtless though wore a towel
around his waist.

A tall man appeared. He was on his hands and knees. Another they didn't
know was behind him. There was no confusion what the two were doing. Most
in the room had done it, if only experimenting. But there on the screen was
evidence.

"Remember him?" Trib said to Ken "He was a senior when we were sophomores;
Kendle I think was his name.  Olympic swimmer" Ken nodded. Others muttered
recognition of the medal winning swimmer who as a younger man was getting
fucked.

Parker appeared and there was applause. His arms were around several in the
room. Then another similar shot with other faces, his arms around their
waists. Another photo and the boys were naked. Parker was too though his
manhood was blocked by Trib's head.

"No secrets in this room" someone said and the titter of laughter heard was
nervous.

"Don't worry guys, what happens here...>" someone said and everyone
finished "stays here" and laugher.

Everyone had grown up here.  All had done chores, posed for photos, been
given twenty dollar bills.

"So all you have to do is what you do alone. Ignore me." Parker said Ken
lay on the couch in the basement. His penis was hard already. It seemed to
be all the time. He closed his eyes and began to masturbate as he did
hundreds of times in his own room or with Trib.

"Twenty bucks" Parker said.

He ignored the sound of Parker's camera and jacked until it exploded.

"Nice very nice" Parker said as he kept taking photos.

One of them appeared on the screen. There was silence. Ken's naked smooth
body splattered with his own sperm was there. His blue eyes stared back at
those in the room staring at him.

Another and another appeared.  Other boys, young men, there wasn't enough
time.

The video was next. Like the slides, it showed the groups over the years
working in the yard, diving bareass in the pool, raking leaves, gathering
in the very same room to watch videos and pose for the camera.

"Fifty bucks" Trib said "he said we each get fifty"

"Shit no man someone will see it, our folks will go ballistic and Parker
will go to jail" Ken said.

"He hasn't yet. He keeps the stuff to himself" Trib said

He knelt as Parker aimed the camera. Ken's cock had been in the boy's mouth
before but it felt wonderful each time.

"Now go ahead" Parker said.  Ken pulled his cock out and moved to his hands
and knees. His first time hurt.  Trib was rough and didn't relent when Ken
begged him to. The sensations were new; the sex was beyond anything he had
tried before.

They sat on the couch and watched it with Parker. Both boys were even more
excited watching their images do what they had only seen on the Internet.
They didn't care Parker was there as they attacked each other, first
wrestling, then grabbing each other's boners then Ken pushing Trib to his
back and jamming his own cock where it hadn't yet been.

"Shit you two were hot" Solly said into Ken's ear. The video changed to
Solly and Anthony wrestling naked. It was one of the things Parker liked
them to do. Some were outside on the grass, others in the basement, and
others on the large bed upstairs.

"Now you're 18" Parker said

Ken laughed. And Trib nudged him. "You slut"

Ken was only 17 at the time but lied. He knelt and took the man in his
mouth. Parker videotaped the top of his head bobbing below. Then it showed
him on his back his legs over Parker's shoulders. He wasn't the only one of
course.

Video of others who had become legal age were shown serving and fucking
each other and occasionally their heads bobbing as Ken's had been over
Parker's lap.

A short boy was bouncing up and down on Parker's lap. Another was behind
Parker flexing his hips.

"Shit it's a wonder this place doesn't smell like cum" someone said.

The screen went dark then Parker's face appeared. His words were simple.

"You who are watching this, I want you to know, you made my life worth
living. I loved you all and hope you have grown up to be honorable men. Be
good to each other," He winked and the image froze.

Ken sniffled and heard others in the room do the same. His hand had already
been held tightly by Trib on one side and his bare shoulder was still held
by Solly from the row behind.

"Shit guys" someone said.

Nobody moved. The room was dark as it had been during occasional parties
that Parker held. There weren't any cameras then. Parker often would leave
everyone alone in the basement, kind of like he just did.

Ken felt the moistness and lay back. It was like those secret gatherings.
It would be everyone's last and all knew that.

Hands explored his chest and removed the towel. He felt lips touch his.
Sounds of others reenacting past party fun was everywhere into the hours.

By the time the morning sun streamed through the window. Several had left.
Ken's head lay on Trib's lap.  Another lay on the couch, his head on Ken.

He looked around to see the naked bodies. Most slept. A few were stirring.

Standing in the kitchen where Parker had taught him to cook, Ken began to
make omelets for him and others who wanted. Nobody talked much. Few
dressed. Bodies were everywhere making breakfast dishes they too had
learned from their boyhood mentor.

Chatter increased as the coffee stirred brainpower. Laughter interrupted
the quiet. A few went outside for a morning swim.

Others chatted finally taking time to ask about each other.

Ken liked the casual nudity around him. It was like the Corps and like he
and Trib when they were in each other's bedrooms long ago.

"Who's gonna clean this up?"  Anthony asked.

"We all will" Ken said loudly.

And like they had all done over the years, boy and men threw trash away,
scrubbed dishes, mopped floors, vacuumed.

"We have the burning next" Ken said out loud.

They stood in the backyard many of them had been raking leaves in the falls
past. The oil drum that burned those piles of leaves now flamed high.

Standing around it, they had arms over each others shoulders, waists and
butts.

Ken held up the video tape they had watched the night before. Two hours of
slides and video Parker had prepared. Perhaps he knew his own death was
coming when he made it. The letter to Ken asking him to host the post
funeral gathering was detailed.

The video tape was an old format, VHS. It would burn better then
DVD...Perhaps Parker loved the ceremony of it.

The group didn't say anything as Ken pulled the tape out and tossed it into
the fire, permanently erasing the events of their puberty, teenage years
and young manhood return visits.

"They all come back you know" Parker had said to Ken in the bed. Ken had
visited on leave. He showed the man his uniform. They posed together,
Parker wearing his old Army uniform coat.

"For a man my age, I have more sex then most married men" he said. Ken
laughed having enjoyed the night stimulating the man so he could insert
himself.

He looked at the group of semi-clad and undressed men and boys around the
flaming oil drum. Which ones had returned and crawled into Parker's bed? He
said "they all return" had he finally had sex with the boys grown up?

They drifted away. Ken didn't want to leave. His parents divorced after
they moved here. He spent more time with Trib and at Parkers then home. His
Dad didn't seem to mind. His mother left with his sisters. Ken was alone,
except for Parker.

He found the uniform in Parker's bedroom. The hot spray of the man's shower
reminded him of the time the man stepped inside and washed him. He did the
same to the man. Neither spoke. Their hands explored and memorized.

Ken was 16 then. He wanted to kneel and take Parker then but the man shook
his head.

Trib surprised him now. They hugged as they had years before. Thoughts of
Trib's wife and kids were forgotten. He knew Ken was gay and probably had a
lover. But he didn't speak of that either.

They showered and stepped out to dry each other.

"He always liked your ass" Trib's hand rested on one of Ken's bubble butt
cheeks.

"Hell everyone did" Trib laughed

"Fuck you" Ken said pushing Trib across the room landing on the edge of
Parker's bed.

"When do you have to go back?" Trib asked

"Not for awhile. Need time to think" Ken said as he reached for the uniform
he was proud to wear remembering Parker's looking at him with pride wearing
it.

"Stay here" Trib said "I've missed you"

Ken turned. He would sleep, fuck, make love, fuck and sleep with Trib as
long as time allowed. And the aroma of Parker would fill their lungs and
minds.

It was time to remember.

"Megan said we could stay as long as we wanted" Ken said as he crawled on
the bed, his hard cock dangling below him, like fruit to be plucked.

"What about ..." He started to ask Trib about Beverly, his wife.

Trip moved his lips to where they had explored for the first time many
years ago.

Parker watched. He knew the two boys were too young to understand his love
and too young for him to touch.  But he could watch and eventually share
when they were old enough.

He watched now. Both naked, both mature, both grown up, both on the bed he
had shared with them and others over the years. His spirit beamed hoping
they would think of him as their bodies and souls became one. And
eventually the energy would flow high and far away from them, the house and
the cul de sac he had called home and a hospice for any of them that needed
him.