Date: Fri, 11 Mar 2005 19:57:36 -0800 From: Brian Pease Subject: Helping Todd After Lunch Todd was around 14 years old and a freshman in high school. He used a wheelchair to get around because he had Cerebral Palsy, which affected his ability to walk. He was about 4 and one half feet tall and weighed around seventy pounds. He had some learning problems so he had an aide work with him on his schoolwork. After lunch he attended a study hall where he and his aide worked on school assignments. I was a senior also doing work in the same study hall. I have a much milder form of the same disability. I am able to walk and have good strength. Todd and I had become good friends, we hung out around school together. He knew that I had a summer camp job working with disabled kids so sometimes Todd would ask me to help him with different activities. One day after lunch Todd was working at his desk with his aide, Mrs. Bingham. I was sitting across from them working on my Spanish when I noticed Todd was rubbing his stomach and seemed to be concentrating on something else. Todd usually did not use the toilet at school, he would usually hold it until he got home where he could toilet him self. On numerous occasions Todd would have wet pants soaked with urine by the end of the day. Once or twice It had smelled like Todd had taken a dump in his pants. Mrs. Bingham noticed that Todd was rubbing his stomach and asked if he was OK. Todd replied "My stomach hurts a little." Mrs. Bingham asked if he wanted to go to the bathroom and he quickly replied "NO." Todd did not like going to the toilet at school and he did not want Mrs. Bingham, who was only two years away from retirement at 65, to help him in the restroom. Todd realized there was no way that he was going to hold his bowels back for two hours until the bus came to take him home. After 5 or 10 minutes the aide went to work with another student and Todd quickly drove his wheelchair over to my desk and asked If I could open the restroom for him. I got the key and we headed for the classroom door. Mrs. Bingham asked where we were going and Todd replied "Brian is going to open the bathroom for me." She said OK and asked if he needed any help. Todd said he did not need any help and quickly drove out of the classroom. As we headed down the hall to the private restroom for the special education students Todd paused for a minute and he had an expression like he was losing control. I had a faint idea of what was going on and my dick was hard as a rock. I kept getting more and more excited as we reached the restroom doors and I unlocked them. Todd drove in and turned back towards me and asked "Brian, can you help me get to the toilet." I replied "Sure" as I walked in behind him and locked the doors. Todd drove over to the toilet and took off his seatbelt. Todd looked up at me and said "I had an accident in my underpants, can you help me get them off?" I replied "sure, no problem." "Thanks, I'm sorry about this," Todd said in an embarrassed tone. I was so excited I was ready to shoot a load. I was on his side and offered support as he scooted out of his chair holding on to the grab bar. I held his waist as he went down to a kneeling position on the floor. From his rear I reached around and undid the button on his jeans. As they fell to the floor I could the large BM protruding in his white briefs. The strong smell from the load in his briefs grew stronger and stronger. I carefully slid his briefs down to his knees. I then offered support as he stood up and swung around to sit on the toilet. I kneeled in front of him and untied and took off his shoes, pulled off his jeans and then carefully removed his soiled underpants. "Do you still need to go?" I asked. "Yes" he replied as he looked up and then down towards the floor. I picked up his underwear feeling the warm solid piece BM through the material. "I'll take care of this, call me when you are through" I said backing out of the stall. I went into another stall and carefully dumped the BM into the toilet and laid the briefs with the brown stains showing on the edge of the seat. I quietly undid my zipped and released my rock hard dick. I heard Todd in the background grunting, working on taking the rest of his dump. With a couple of strokes my load shot out. I went to the sink and got several paper towels wet with soap on a few of them. After about 5 minutes Todd said he was finished. I went back to Todd's stall and asked if we wanted to wear just his jeans and he said yes. I helped him move over to a changing table and I washed and dried his rear end. I helped him put his jeans and shoes back on. I rinsed out his briefs, wrapped them up in paper towels and slid them into his backpack on the back of his chair. After Todd got back into his chair he looked up at me, smiling with a sense of relief and said: "Thanks Brian." Todd drove towards the door we left the restroom, and headed back to class. The friendship between Todd and myself continued to be strong for the next couple of years.