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"I've known you for 10 years and I've never seen your face," Al said.
"Well that's funny, because I thought I'd invited you to one of my star gazing parties," Wilson replied.
One of Wilson's eyebrows arched up and Al found himself transfixed by the hazel pools on the other side of the fencing. For a long time the promise of seeing Wilson, unfettered by his wooden fortress had teased Al, and now he could no longer wait.
"Why don't you step out and show yourself to me?" Al teased.
"That revealing might upset your associate," Wilson confessed with a sigh. "Long he has kept me a prisoner in my house, guarded by a dragon, like a princess of old. He feels the sight of me would invite violation of that which he alone can have."
"I can't live like this," Al moaned. "Please. Please show me yourself. Your eyes Wilson, your eyes are like two shiny brand new lug bolts, never before tweaked with a wrench. Don't denigh me."
"your words are honeyed and tempting," Wilson whispered, "but I dare not reveal myself. Tim would never understand."
"Tim is a fool to keep such beauty hidden."
With a great sigh Wilson reached over and flicked open the latch on his fence, the hinges creaking as the passageway slid open. Al adjusted his tool belt, feeling his lucky screw driver shift as he did so. His erecting was hard against the leather apron, and he was glad it was hidden. Anticipation filled every step as he at least moved onto Wilson's yard and turned to see his beloved's face.
Before him stood a man, sexy and curvy with middle aged paunch. The same hazel eyes glanced at Al, curious, probing, playful. Those eyes made Al feel bold as he looked down and saw two thick, cherry red, lips smiling back at him. The lips were full and firm. As he stared at the round mounds of soft flesh and Wilson ran his lips across them, driving Al mad.
