WILLIAM LUNT
The first time I saw him was on a giant screen at a bathhouse in the summer of 1984. Sitting on a carpeted banquette, with only a white towel wrapped around me, I watched him climb a tree to rescue a skydiver tangled in a parachute. He and the skydiver had sex in the tree, of course. The room was filled with men transfixed by the screen. Their faces, illuminated by the flickering light, looked up in awe, as if they were watching a mother ship land.
“Who is that?” I asked the guy sitting near me.
“That’s Al Parker,” he whispered. “He’s a fucking legend.”…