Trevor's Deep Chair Piss (and cum)

Context: Trevor is beginning to explore his desire for piss. He has booked a run-down motel for the weekend to experiment.

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Finally arriving at the motel he had booked, Trevor had fully come to accept that he was badly turned on by pissing. Wetting himself in the parking lot had felt phenomenal, if a bit embarrassing. He wasn't keen to repeat the involuntary public pissing -- he had simply misjudged his capacity there -- but he had loved the feeling of total desperation and emptying himself somewhere he wasn't supposed to. With that in mind, he chugged the last of his water bottles before heading to the front desk to check in.

Checking in under a false name and paying with cash was easy. The woman at the front desk smiled at him warmly, either not noticing his wet jeans or pretending not to notice. He briskly made his way down the hall to his allocated room and saw immediately that it was exactly what he had wanted: a cheap, run-down room with old crappy furnishings and pre-stained carpet. He wouldn't feel bad about peeing here.

The room contained a twin bed with a stained cream comforter and two flat pillows, with a ripped fabric headboard pressed up against the wall. Across the room from the bed was a single brown upholstered seat and a small wobbly table with guest information taped down in a laminated sheet. The curtains were a shabby faded green, matching the flattened green carpet under his feet. The attached ensuite bathroom had a matching chipped toilet and sink with mysterious yellow and brown stains -- no problem, he wouldn't be needing that anyway.

He didn't need to pee badly, but his bladder was fairly full already and he was the horniest he had ever been. Just looking around the room and picturing draining his bladder on any of the items around him was causing his cock to swell and strain against his jeans. He decided he would soon head out to find a local establishment to eat dinner; but where should he pee first? He recalled how horny he had been after inserting his cock behind the bed to piss at the conference hotel, and how good it had felt to relieve himself in the bundled up towels at home; let alone the sheer ecstasy of pissing and cumming inside Emma. He decided he wanted to piss into something again and looked around the room for a suitable receptacle.

He decided on the upholstered brown seat. It had a perfect tight slot right where the back and side were joined, ready to accept his pee. He knelt down on both knees and freed his painfully hard penis from his jeans. Gently but with great excitement, he pushed himself forwards into the cushions of the seat. His cock was tightly enveloped, and he was harder than he ever thought possible. He thrusted a few times but stopped quickly when he realized he was already approaching orgasm, and began to relax his muscles to release his bladder.

Pee began to rush out of him and soak deep into the seat. The feeling of his warm urine flooding out around his penis and soaking away into the foam and fabric was overwhelming, and he couldn't hold back a loud moan. He kept peeing for a few minutes, gently thrusting a few times and picturing exactly how it felt to piss inside Emma. His stream was powerful and long, but the seat absorbed his entire bladder.

Finally he was done, and as he pulled backwards to exit the couch he realized he was on the brink of orgasm. One final thrust back into the soaking, wet, warm inside of the couch was enough to push him over the edge, and his quivering cock shot out huge pumps of cum as his orgasm flowed through his body. He moaned loudly and collapsed backwards onto the carpet, stars in his eyes and jolts of pleasure still coursing through him.

A small dribble of liquid dripping out of the couch's joint was the only sign of what he had done. After taking a moment to compose himself, he got to his feet and began stripping down to change out of his wet jeans. He realized he may have made a miscalculation in his packing -- he had only brought one other set of clothes. He was going to have to be careful not to push his limits too far, because if he ended up wetting his clothes again he was going to have a very long wet drive home tomorrow.

After changing, he hung his wet jeans and underwear up in the shower to dry, quickly chugged a glass of water from the bathroom tap to begin filling his bladder again and headed down to the foyer. He chatted to the receptionist briefly, and she recommended a local diner just down the road. He thanked her, and left in the direction of the diner.