I had a friend back when I was in HS back in the 1960's. William was a neighbor boy who had Polio when he was a totter and was left with limited use of his legs and arms. He could move his hands and arms but was weak and tired quickly and he could walk a little ways using braces but again tired quickly. He could feed himself but had problems cutting up some foods or opening container. Volunteers mostly from the sports teams at school, I was on the JV wrestling squad, would take turns pushing his wheel chair from class to class for him. We got special hall passes to allow us to get out of class early and to be late to the next class if need be.
William had been to special schools before HS so although he he was my age I had not known he lived in our neighborhood. It turns out he was smart and was in all the AP classes I was in all through his HS years so I would push him around the most of all the volunteers and we got to be really good close friends. He had a school provided van that picked him up at home to take him to school and get him home after school. Back then the normal buses did hot have accommodation for handicapped students. He wanted to come to some of the after school activities but had to catch his special van home. My dad was in the army and arranged to get some additional wheel chairs from the surplus center of the base he worked at so we could keep chairs on each floor of the school to make it easier for him by not requiring his wheelchair to be carried up and down.
Once we became friends he confided that he was having trouble holding his bladder all day and wore adult diapers to avoid accidents. He swore me to secrecy because he was embarrassed it being known. The bathrooms at the school did not have low urinals and the stalls did not have doors at that time and there was no accommodation for handicapped students in the bathrooms. He asked me if I would help him in the bathroom he could not worry about the diapers and feel more normal. Being in sports I have seen guys naked so no problem I told him. When we were going from class to class we would wait till the bell then go to a bathroom on the way. He could lock his braces and stand up in front a urinal but had to hold on to keep from falling so he asked me to unzip his pants and help him pee. I had not thought the helping him in the bathroom through but felt I could not back out now that we were here so I did what he asked.
He was a good 6 inches shorter than me in height and only weighted about 80 lbs, thin and frail but his penis was 4.5 or so soft and hefty. I would later find out it was 6.5 inches hard. That stands to reason because the penis is not a muscle and Polio effects muscle development primarily. He could control his bladder and had no problem peeing and when he needed to have a BM I could sit him on the commode and I would stand in front of the doorway to block others viewing. After a while I got over being awkward about helping him in this way. William did not trust any of the other guys with this so I was the only one that helped him this way. He told me that if he know I was not going to be at school he would either call off as well or wear his diaper backup.
We became close and I would stay over at his house and on the weekends I would help him bath and dress and all the normal things we take for granted that are a big deal for handicapped individuals. He had a large bed and asked me to stay overnight often so I became accustomed to sleeping next to him. Some times he would develop fluid in his lungs at night and need his breathing machine setup to help him cope with the issue. His parents felt comfortable enough to leave him and I overnight and on weekends so they could go visit relative and friends. Once I got my drivers license I had access to a big car so we would fit his wheelchair in the trunk and take off for adventures. William was light enough that I could easily pick him up and carry him when needed. He hated his braces so we usually used his wheelchair and I would carry him up stairs. In the summer I tough him to float on his back and to swim a little. In the water he was more mobile but still would tire easily so I had to stay close to him but he loved being able to go out like this.
One morning he was nervous and told me he had had a wet dream and hoped I would not be mad at him because I was sleeping in the same bed. I told him all guys go through that and all he needed to do is jack off more and he would not have that problem. That's when he told me he really could not jack off because his grip was not strong enough and he tired out to soon. So in for a dime, in for a dollar I agreed to assist him. That evening no one was home but the two of us so we turned the lights down and I sat back in a big easy chair and pulled him from his wheelchair onto my lap. Will would lay back against my chest and I would reach around and wrap my hand around his hand as he gripped his penis and I would help him edge till he would cum. That became a pretty regular thing for us after that.
I did not spend all my time with William but I did spend a fair amount with him. I was fortunate enough to be in the Boy Scouts and got to attend the large Philmont Scout Ranch for an entire month my sophomore year summer, that was two back to back sessions at that time. The ranch is located in New Mexico which was over 2000 miles from home and there were no telephones out on the trails. I loved the event but was exhausted when got back home. The next day mom told me that William had developed complications do to deteriorating muscles in his upper chest shortly after I had left for the ranch. Doctors placed him in an Iron Lung breathing machine but he passed away later that week and there was nothing that could be done for him.
I was devastated, I could not function for a few days at all, once I got my composure back a little I went over to Will's house to see his parents. I found them in the process of packing up their furniture and they told me they were moving back to their home town. His dad had resigned his job and they had already sent Will's younger brother to be with his grandparents. They told me Will went very quickly and did not regain conciseness after the first onset so he felt no pain. They thanked me for being a good friend for Will and gave me a box of Will's things and a framed picture of Will and I. That picture hangs on my bedroom wall to this day over 55 years later.