Pull ups

Holt sat at his desk, his heart pounding in his chest. What should he do? Should he ask to be excused? Would that draw too much attention to what happened? Should he just sit and wait?! What could he do? Even if he asked permission to leave class he didn’t have a change of clothes he could wear, or he’d already be wearing it. Maybe his dad would come and get him if he called but he would still need to draw attention to himself to leave class. If he didn’t people were sure to notice the puddle under his desk soon.

Swallowing his pride Holt grabbed his bag from beside his desk and, using his bag to cover his damp crotch, he walked up to the teacher’s desk at the front of the class. “Mr.Adams.” Holt whispered. “I’m not feeling well, I think I need to call my dad to come pick me up.”

“Really? Sick? On your first day?” Mr.Adams eyed the jock up and down and couldn’t help but notice the large stain on the daisy dukes the new boy wore. Mr.Adams let out a sigh before turning and filling out a hall , “Okay. I’ll let it slide this time. Take this to the nurse’s office and you can call your dad to pick you up.” He held out a slip of orange paper to Holt before snatching it back, “I expect you to be in class tomorrow or have a doctor’s note as to why you’re not. Understood?”

“Yes sir.”

The first stop Holt made was in the boys room to grab as many towels as he could. Unfortunately for Holt while the paper towels stopped the dampness from spreading it didn’t dry it off completely. “That’ll have to do.” he sighed.

Hanging his bag in front of his crotch again Holt all but ran to the nurse’s office. The nurse was a five foot eight blonde woman with D cup breasts hidden behind a tight scrub top. “Hello, dear.” The sexy thirty something nurse said when Holt walked in, “Are you not feeling well?”

‘Is there something in the water around here?’ Holt wondered to himself before answering, “Uh…I must be.” Holt blushed, adjusting his backpack to hide more of his crotch, “I need to call my dad to come get me. I…I’m not feeling well.”

“Oh no, what seems to be the matter?”

“I…I’d rather not talk about it.”

“Then I’m afraid I can’t let you use the phone.”

“But, I have a note.”

“I see that. But I still have to authorize you to use the phone and if I don’t know what’s wrong then I can’t let you use the phone.” She saw Holt blushing even further, “Don’t be embarrassed, I’ve heard it all before. There’s nothing you can tell me that I’ll find shocking.”

“Promise not to laugh?”

“Sweetie, I’m a professional. I would never laugh at a sick child.”

Being called a child by the walking wet dream didn’t help the feelings of shame and embarrassment. “I…fell asleep and wet myself in class.”

“Oh wow.” She said, true to her word she didn’t laugh at least, “You must have been really out of it. Did you get enough sleep last night?” She asked, her voice full of caring and concern.

The question unfortunately called up last night’s nightmare in Holt’s mind and the fact he wet his bed last night as well. “Not really.”

“Strange. Are you under more stress lately?”

Holt nodded, “We just moved here.”

“Oh and you wet your pants on the first day? That IS embarrassing.” She ducked behind the desk for a moment and returned a second later with a phone, “Here, you go ahead and call your dad and I’ll see if I can scrounge you up some dry clothes to wear.”

“Thanks.”

A couple of minutes later, Holt’s dad picked up the phone. “Hey, dad. Uh can you come pick me up?”

“Why?”

“I’m not feeling well.”

“What’s wrong bud?”

“I can’t say.” It was bad enough he had to tell the hot nurse, he’d be damned if he was going to tell his dad he wet himself in class. He wouldn’t be as kind as the nurse was either. “Just trust me, I need to come home.”

“I already told you I didn’t want you skipping school anymore, if you can’t tell me then you’ll just have to find a way to stay and tough it out.”

Holt frowned into the phone but try as he might he just couldn’t bring himself to it what he had done to his dad, “I can’t.”

“Then you’ll just have to tough it out. It’s only a few more hours.” With that Holt’s dad hung up the phone.

“Damn it!” Holt swore just as the nurse came back.

“What’d he say?”

“He said he wasn’t coming to pick me up.” Holt frowned.

“I’m sorry. Well I have you a towel and a change of clothes right here if you’re ready to get out of those wet clothes.”

“I am. Thanks” Holt sighed.

“Here. I got you a wet rag and a dry towel too.” The nurse sat the towel and rag on a patient bed before pulling a curtain to give Holt some privacy.

He took off the shorts and panties, balling them up and placing them on the bed. Holt shuddered at the damp cloth rag, if it was once warm it was now freezing cold. The rag caused his manhood to shrivel and pull away from the cold. Holt quickly wiped down his crotch and thighs so that he could quickly dry them off with the dry towel that had been left on the bed as well.

Once he was dry he picked up the clothes the nurse had left and found something strange. It took him a second to recognize what it was actually. Besides the pair of gym shorts was a large pullup with spider-man on the front. Holt stared in disbelief as he examined the pullup. Sure enough it was just big enough to fit him

“Uh, what’s with the uh….pullup?” He whispered the last word so no one ing by might hear.

“Oh, it’s school policy any student that wets themselves during class needs to be put into protective underwear.”

“It was a one time accident.”

“I know sweetie, but it’s policy. If you could just be a good boy and put them on this will be a lot easier. The day is almost done anyway, right?”