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And though the road had little traffic, a few cars had stopped and asked him if he needed a ride. “No, I’m just going for a walk,” he’d end up responding. “Thanks for stopping though!”
He wondered why he kept telling them that when he knew deep down he was meant to hitchhike, but none of them felt right. One was a trucker that seemed like he’d probably want a favor. Another, a mom with some noisy kids. None felt like someone he wanted to hop in with.
It was warm enough to take off his shirt, revealing an incredibly toned physique, but still early enough that he could comfortably enjoy being outdoors.
The only thing that felt right was to keep walking, occasionally breaking to stand to the side when he saw a vehicle approaching. Why did he think he needed to go hitchhiking, but kept turning down rides?
Such questions muddled his mind some more, and he just kept walking until he saw a sleek black car approaching. This time was different than before, as the music coming from the rolled-down windows sounded strangely familiar. He immediately began to feel optimistic that this would be that one, as something about that music made him feel safe.
Why was his mind still muddled though? Why did that music call out to to him? He needed to know why it sounded so familiar. He needed to talk with the driver.
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It didn’t help that the brunette hunk was depressed over his situation and feeling pretty useless, which Tucker hated to see. Tucker soon recognized he needed to help his husband find a renewed purpose in life. ‘If only I could help feel that tasks like cleaning and yardwork were enjoyable and fulfilling – help get him off his but and active. Maybe working out more again too. If he could find purpose in such activities, it would help lift his mood and help me stay focused on work now that I can do it from home. And perhaps we can find some other ways he’d enjoy being of service.’ With those thoughts in mind, Tucker began to look into ways to reprogram his husband into enjoying being more productive.
Tucker was almost caught a couple times wearing the ear plugs. “TUCKER! Didn’t you hear me calling?” his husband once stormed in, Tucker discretely taking out one of the plugs as he turned to pause the music. “I guess I was just zoning out to the music.” “Yeah, what is that anyway? I’ve been zoning out a lot to it too,” he stated as he began to unconsciously strip off his clothes. “Just something I found online that’s supposed to help me focus on work.” “Babe, you’re working too hard. Let me focus on you for a bit. Would love to get to serve your cock under that desk.” This wasn’t exactly what Tucker had in mind, but he wasn’t about to stop his eager partner!