Potty Adventure

One hot day during the summer between 7th and 8th grade, I was spending the day at my grandparents' house. They lived in a colonial style house that was built around the 1960's, there were many rooms in the house including a large attic that was only accessible through an outdoor ladder and a crawl space. During these summer dog days, my teenage hormones were off the chart- even more so than during my tween years at the beginning of puberty. On this particular day in early June I was bored out of my mind, there was nothing on television and my grandparents didn't have internet connection as they were both in their 80's and did not own any electronic items that required it. I came to terms with my situation and decided to go upstairs to my cardboard fort in the attic. Despite my age I still enjoyed playing with my nerf guns and having foam dart wars with my cousins when they came for their biweekly visits. Because I had nothing else to do, I decided to build up my fortresses walls in anticipation for their visit in three days. I started venturing through boxes, most of which contained books and clothing from my grandparents younger years. I trifled through most of the boxes on the east facing wall and stacked them accordingly to their weight (heaviest on the bottom and lightest on the top), I must have stacked up about twenty 12"x20"x11" boxes until I had a four foot high wall, at this time four feet was all I needed due to my rather small Asian build (around four feet and eight inches at the time). The wall I constructed allowed me just enough room for my head to peek over. Finally I got to the last box that was buried under the accumulation of junk boxes. This box was different however, it contained something I had since forgotten from the time I was very young. It was a white, purple, and green plastic potty chair. At the time the last time I had laid eyes on it was from the time my youngest girl cousin "Kelly" was potty training. At that moment I had a devilish idea. What if I were to use it one more time? I know the idea may sound disgusting to some but for myself it was a long lost "pleasure treasure" from a little more than a decade ago. I removed the plastic chair from its box an was pleased to discover some potty training literature to enhance my experience. I wiped off the mildew from the plastic seat and placed the waste catcher inside the bowl, I was even able to find the urine guard and secured it to the seat in the area where my adolescent crotch was suppose to go. Shaking with excitement I pulled down my nylon basketball shorts and white underwear down to my ankles, my three and a half inch soft penis dangled in the humid air. I proceed to sit down on the potty just as I did in my early childhood, to my surprise my body was mostly able to fit on the chair at this time since I was not very large and had not started my growth spurt. I loved the feeling of the green plastic seat hugging my teenage ass, the plastic urine guard was also contacting the head of my hardening dick. At this point I knew there was no going back, I had grown a five inch erection and needed a release. I was smarter than to rub one out with a full bladder so I pushed my dick under the plastic urine guard and let nature run its course, a slow stream of yellow pee started trickling from my dick and hit the bottom of the plastic waste collector. "ba-dap ba-dap ba-dap ba-dap" I could hear my yellow trickle turning into a full on stream "shrrrrrreeeeeee" my warm bubbling pee was completely filling up the bottom of the bowl, the now quick flowing stream was causing the collecting warm yellow liquid to splash back and hit the bottle of my low-hanging testicles and ass. I feel relieved, my bladder was now completely empty. Having felt like Niagara Falls had just left my bladder, it was time to get the main event started. I picked up one of the potty training books and took my hard dick in my other hand. I started reading the waxy-paged book and stroked my dick, "Josh sits on his potty when he needs to tinkle," said the book, "oh yes" I thought to myself. My dick was extremely hard by now, I had put the book down by my feet and grasped my dick between both pointer fingers and thumbs (I've always enjoyed masturbating this was as opposed to simulating a vagina with one hand). I was officially in pleasure land! My entire face felt flushed and I was sweating like crazy, I felt the sweat dripping from underneath my ass start to make the seat slippery, I planted both feet on the ground to avoid slipping off my little white and green throne. Still needling my circumcised dick I kept the entrance to the attic in my peripheral vision, as I did now want anyone to catch me in this naughty act. I picked up the now quarter full plastic potty and moved it behind the large wall I built out of boxes, now I could continue my act in complete privacy. It was getting very hot and my shirt was starting to absorb the smell of my lust and sweat, I decided that the wall provided enough security and privacy to allow me to remove all my clothing. I flicked off my sneakers as well as my briefs and shorts that were already at my ankles, I removed my shirt and hung it on a forgotten coat rack in the corner of the attic. Having gone semi soft from the lack of attention, I wiggled by dick in one hand to re-stimulate it. I took my other hand and placed my pointer finger at the doors of my anus, being already wet from the sweat dripping from my butt cheeks, my finger slowly entered my ass. My dick was hardening fast, I was stroking my balls with my left hand while wiggling my right pointer finger around in my ass. I was in complete ecstasy. I had done something extremely taboo. I grasped by now purple headed dick and continued with my two thumbed genital massage, by now pre-cum had coated the top of my purple head and I could feel the inside of my dick start to contract. This was it! I was going to blow! I got up off the seat and squatted over the potty, aiming my dick at the urine guard, I came. At least five ropes of hot teenage cum impacted the inner walls of the plastic guard and dripped into the bowl. I was shaking, the itchy-pleasure feeling draining from my dick was so satisfying. I sat in the attic for a little while more, contemplating what I had just done. Sure I felt a little guilty for committing such a dirty act but who doesn't after they orgasm? I left my pants off and let the after-cum drain from my dick. I tore a soft page out of an old dictionary and cleaned my dick. Gently and carefully I lifted the waste bucket out of the potty and disposed of the evidence in an area in the back of the house, I used an antibacterial wipe and cleaned off the cum-covered urine guard (which by the way makes an awesome orgasmic mess protector). I placed the potty in a side opening box and disguised it into my cardboard box wall, this way I could access it again (and I sure did). I walked to the crawl space in the front of the attic and stared at my newly constructed fort of potty-masturbation. Content I exited the attic to clean up. Thank you for reading my story, this is my first time writing about my early masturbation experiences. Sorry if there were grammatical errors and for the long story. Once again I hope you enjoyed reading this.