The Ranch Motel - Ch. 10 You Brute

Jacob sits on the couch in their shared apartment; he turns and looks at the spot on the couch that Izzy always sits in. He wishes he could lay his head in her lap. He wishes he could hold her hand; he wishes he could watch dumb videos with her. He wishes he could have a fight with her.

Mostly he wished he wasn't scared he might lose her.

Jacob shakes his head. "This could be good for us," he whispers. He forces himself to think about the positives. This might be exactly what their relationship needs. To get away from the normal life. The dumb videos show the same indents on the couch. the routine and the complacency.

But it's also a chance to get away from the fighting because the direction they have been heading for the last month and a half leads to destruction. If nothing changed, there wasn't much hope of salvaging their relationship.

Jacob feels the guilt of his own failings laid bare before him. The hundreds of ways that he has let her down. The small and the large failings.

"It's not all my fault," he yells at the shut-off TV. He bites his thumb as he thinks about how she ruined his chances in the gaming tournament. He thinks about how absolutely outraged it made him at the time. The mistakes he made. His temptation to never stop driving He sighs, "Does it really matter? Isn't Izzy what matters?" He feels a tension inside him, a bad combination of horniness, stress, and anger.

Jacob feels a stirring in his underwear: arousal. "What the hell do you want?" he yells at his penis. But he already knows what it wants. What it always wants when he is stressed. watching porn and getting off. He sits back and pulls his shorts off. His cock was already hard. He strokes himself, the feeling of his cock in his hand familiar and comforting and, most importantly, giving him control back. He thinks about his girlfriend, the way her underwear cups her butt, and the way she feels when she rides on top. He loves how she looks when he fills her full of his cum and how it drips out of her. In the back of his mind slowly gaining power are the dirtier thoughts he keeps hidden.

He continues stroking himself but finds his mind wandering. The urges inside him are rising to the surface. 'You know you want to,' they whisper in his mind. Dick in hand, his mental resistance is low. He gets up and goes to the bathroom. He opens the laundry hamper, and there, sitting on top of the pile, is a pair of her red, lacy, and worn underwear. He hesitates before grabbing them and putting them against his nose, smelling her scent. His dick gets harder, curving upward. He moves back to the couch, putting his feet up.

He looks down at his cock and is satisfied he is average in length but pleasing in girth; he pumps it, the head just slipping between his fingers. He feels close already, the girl in the video on his phone pulling out a thick toy with a cum tube, the fake lube running down her butt and onto a towel.

The scent of her panties was enough to push his fantasies to 11. He strokes his cock, feeling himself get closer and closer. Once he reaches the point of no return, he moves the panties from his nose and rubs them on the tip of his dick. Getting the scent of her crotch onto his dick. 'Izzy' He grunts and comes, covering the crotch of her panties.

The cold realization of his situation hits him in the face. The next phone call he gets determines the path of his life. If she says no, there is no more us. If she says yes, he has to move to wherever she is working and give up his job, his friends, and his life to be with her. He sits, dick in hand, as it quietly retracts and hides away from the world again. Jacob is still recovering as his phone rings, and he quickly turns off the porn and answers.

"Hey, Jacob, I took the job, and you can stay here too," Izzy says with mixed emotions.

"That's amazing news. Are you sure you want me to?" Jacob says, slightly out of breath and looking at the cum-filled underwear sitting on the floor. The guilt of once again using her underwear to cum unavoidable.

"I think so. Like you said, we can try it." Izzy sighs. "If you hate it, you can go," she says, concerned but still in love. They had been through a lot. From starting dating in college to living together without even a couch to sleep on, it wasn't long before they found a couch and bought a TV. They slept together wrapped up in each other's arms. She faintly smiles. And pushes away the doubt: "It will be great," she lies, or at the very least hasn't convinced herself yet.