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For more info, see http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/ ******************* Philip was a ten-year-old boy in the fifth grade with an average build, light brown medium-length hair, and blue eyes. He was a pretty normal kid, not overweight but not super skinny either. At 4'2" and 65 lbs. he was a little small for his age, but still had some muscles on him. Most adults said he was pretty cute looking. He keeps fit by playing sports with his friends almost every day. It was two o'clock on a sunny June afternoon and Philip was sitting in school. It had to be over 30 degrees Celsius [86 Fahrenheit], more with humidity, and he was sweating in the school uniform they forced him to wear. At least the top was a short-sleeved golf shirt but on the bottom he had to wear long wool trousers plus socks and shoes. There were a million places he'd rather be, but unfortunately he still had a few weeks left before school would let out for the summer. They didn't even do any work at that time of year; those stupid teachers just wanted to keep kids there for as long as possible to torchure them! Philip couldn't help but gaze out the window and dream of all the fun he could be having with his friends if he weren't stuck there in class. All of a sudden, he realized that he had to pee real bad. He had forgotten to do it at lunch, and his bladder was ready to explode. Normally he would have noticed earlier, but today he had been daydreaming too much. Philip raised his hand. The teacher, Miss Perry, acting as if he had interupted her in the middle of the most important speech of her life, called on him and asked what he wanted. "Miss, can I go to the bathroom?" he asked. "No!" replied the teacher, "do you think i was born yesterday? I'm not letting you leave the classroom just so you can skip the last thirty minutes of class! You will stay right there until I dismiss you, and that's that." Philip didn't know what he should do next. His thoughts had now shifted from football and frisbee to the impending problem of his bladder bursting. Discreetly, he reached down squeezed his crotch through his pants. Hopefully he could hold it just long enough until the class was dismissed and then he could run to the bathroom and relieve himself. However, it was not to be the case. Fifteen minutes went by of Philip fidgeting in his seat until finally he couldn't hold it anymore and urine started leaking out. He was traumatized. After all, ten-year-olds don't wet their pants! He bit his lower lip as more flowed out, making his crotch completely damp, and soaking his butt. Within seconds, he was sitting in a pool of his own excretions. He had drunk a lot of juice at lunch, and now he was paying for it. The piss continued to seep out of his penis uncontrollably and trickled down his pant legs. Eventually it seeped into his socks and he started to feel the wamrth envelop his feet. It felt like he had stepped into a puddle and then sat down in the middle of it! Philip, trying not to attract any attention, continued looking up at the teacher and taking notes. At least he felt a lot better now, without having to pee, and his fidgeting ceased. As quietly and as discreetly as he could, he shifted his school blazer from the back of his chair to his lap and tried to cover up the wetness. He was much too afraid to tell the teacher in the middle of class that he had peed himself. The clock seemed like it was barely moving. As the minutes ticked by, the once-warm liquid covering the lower half of his body started to cool off. it was unpleasant because the acidity of the urine was irritating his skin, but at least the coolness was welcome on such a hot day. Finally, after what seemed like ages, the school bell rang and the teacher dismissed the class. Everyone was in such a hurry to leave that nobody noticed when Philip stayed sitting in his seat as everyone else ran to their lockers. Miss Perry was startled when she noticed that Philip was still sitting there. She wondered why he hadn't been the first one out the door as usual as she walked over to his desk. Before she even arrived, her question was answered by the strong smell of urine wafting off Philip. "What's wrong?" asked Miss Perry, knowing full well what the answer was. Philip looked down in shame. "I...I peed my pants, miss..." "Not to worry Phil, darling. It happens to the best of us! I'm so sorry I didn't believe you earlier when you said you had to go. Next time if you really can't hold it, just walk out of the class. It's better to have to explain why you broke a little rule than to have to deal with wet clothes, after all!" Philip looked up, surprised by how nice Miss Perry was being. He had expected to be scolded for his accident. "Really? Other kids my age wet their pants too?" "Yes, of course," was Miss Perry's reply, "even adults do sometimes. We'll just get you over to the nurse's office, get you changed into your shorts and t-shirt, and then you can go join after-school daycare playing outside. Maybe we can even get your clothes cleaned in time so that your mom doesnt find out what happened! Come along, then!" Philip only lived with his mother and baby brother. He only saw his dad a couple of times a year, since his parents were divorced and his father had moved to the other side of the country for work. Philip still felt sometimes like his dad moved away just so he wouldn't have to see Philip, which made him sad. Since his mom worked full time, he had to stay at the after-school daycare programme until about six o'clock every day. His mom had said that she might start letting him walk home alone with his brother next year, but PHilip really didn't mind since daycare just meant a chance to play with all his friends. Philip was so relievedn at Miss Perry's response that he wanted to hug her, but he restrained himself. She waited while he retrieved his sports outfit from his locker, and then, still trying to hold his blazer around his waist as best he could, Philip followed the teacher down the hall. Without realizing it, his piss was dripping off his pant cuffs, leaving a trail all the way through the school. Philip's school had a male nurse named Benjamin Higgins. He was a muscular man in his thirties with a dark complexion and perpetual light stubble on his face. Even though he was a licensed doctor, he had decided to become a school nurse after med school instead of going to a hospital, because the county was short on nurses, and he really felt the young boys could benefit from a man with whom they could talk about their health issues. So often they got intimidated by the women who normally hold these positions and couldn't talk openly with them about the changes they were going through. Of course, the job also came with the bonus of becoming close to some really sweet kids. Through his work, he had the chance to get closer emotionally and physically to boys and girls than most men ever get the chance to, besides perhaps with their own sons and daughters. He encouraged the kids to call him Ben, since he felt the informality allowed for more open dialogue than the 'Dr. Higgins' title that the principle wanted him to use. Philip and Miss Perry arrived at the nurse's door, and the teacher knocked. When Ben opened the door he could tell right away what the problem was and invited Philip to come inside, telling the teacher that she could leave and he would take care of things from here. Ben turned his attention to Philip, smiled, and said "So, Phil, what seems to be the problem?" "Well, I...um...I had a little accident in class..." said Philip. "Perfectly alright, my man. There's a boy or girl in here almost every day with the same problem as you. I see you already have a change of clothes with you there, so why don't you just step inside the examination room and I'll give you some privacy. Go ahead and leave your dirty clothes on the floor, take a shower in the adjoining bathroom and put on your sports outfit. I'll be waiting here when you're done." Philip walked through the door to the right of Ben's desk, and Ben pulled it shut behind him. The room was painted all white with an examination table in the middle and a bunch of equipment and supplies in a shelf against the far wall. On the other wall there was a washer and drier, which is presumably why the teacher had suggested his clothes might be clean by the time his mother arrived. There were no windows, and the only other door led to the private bathroom that Ben had mentioned. Philip was tempted to investigate what kind of equipment the nurse had, but thought he'd better hurry up or his friends out at daycare would wonder why he'd been gone for so long. He quickly began to shuck his clothes and throw them in a pile in the middle of the room. The socks and underwear were a bit hard to peel off since they were still soaking wet. Down to his birthday suit, Philip proceeded into the bathroom. He considered using the toilet, but realized he no longer had to pee, so he just started the shower. It was actually one of those walk-in bathtubs that old people use, and Philip guessed that it must be used for the disabled kids sometimes. While waiting for the water to warm up, he began to look around at what else was in the room. Besides the normal stuff that you'd find in a bathroom like toilet paper, various kinds of soap and shampoo and a pile of clean towels, there was also a shelf with some medical supplies. While absently staring at it, it dawned on him that one of the shelves was labelled 'DIAPERS' and on it was a stack of white pieces of plastic and cloth in various sizes. What's more, next to the regular trash can, there was a second one with a revolving lid that looked just like the diaper pail his mom had for Philip's baby brother. 'Hm,' thought Philip to himself, 'the youngest kids in this school are about five years old...I wonder what they need so many diapers for...' But before he could contemplate it any further, he realized that the shower must be ready, and he went and tested the water. Judging it to be just right, he pushed aside the curtain and stepped into the shower. He grabbed one of the folded wash cloths, doused it with some body wash, and scrubbed himself all over. He wanted to be sure to get all the urine smell off his body so none of the other boys would notice. He started with his face, quickly rubbing it over. He had almost been in tears earlier, and it felt good to cool off his cheeks and forehead. Next, he did his chest and stomach, and awkwardly reached behind himself to wash his back. Down some more, he paid extra special attention to his genitals since the head of his penis had become crusted with dried urine. Philip didn't yet know the joys of masturbation, but he had started to notice that it gave him a pleasent tingling sensation whenver he washed himself down there. He made sure to pull back his foreskin and rinse under there too, just like his mom had taught him. On his bottom, more vigorous scrubbing was required due to the long time spent sitting in the puddle of his piss. Finally, he moved onto his legs, feet and toes, and deemed the job to be done. Once his body was done, Philip figured he might as well wash his hair too. He therefore proceeded to take a bottle of shampoo, lather up his head, and rub it in. Closing his eyes, he leaned back under the stream of shower water and rinsed his hair out. Much better! Now it was getting late, so he shut off the water, hopped out of the shower and picked up one of the huge towels to dry himself off. As he opened the door back into the examination room, he was surprised to see Ben there holding his soiled school uniform. He quickly made sure that the towel was wrapped tightly around himself, covering his genitals. "Oh, sorry there kiddo!" said the nurse. "I was just putting your clothes in to wash and thought I still had a few moments before you came out. Oh well, I'll just be a second." Ben proceeded to throw the clothes into the industrial washing machine, added some detergent, closed the lid and started it. Then he walked out and closed the door, leaving Philip once again in privacy. Philip removed the towel from around his waist and pulled on his shorts and t-shirt. He noticed that there was now a clean set of socks and underwear sitting on the examination table, presumably left there for him, so he put them on. He added his running shoes as a final touch, and then hastily pushed the door open to the office, finding Ben sitting at his desk, working on the computer. Ben smiled at Philip again, and told him what a good boy he was taking care of things so quickly and maturely. Ben's praise meant a lot to the boy, and for the first time that afternoon he felt happy. "If you ever need anything, my door is always open," said Ben, getting up from his desk. "And remember, if you ever feel like you're going to wet yourself again just run out of the classroom and go the bathroom. In fact, you can even come and use my private bathroom if you promise to keep it our little secret!" The nurse showed Philip out the door, giving him a note to show to the daycare monitor. As Philip left, Ben gave him a solid pat on the back and watched as he made his way to schoolyard exit, paying special attention to his cute wiggling buttocks. He seemd to have a spring in his step. With the boy out of sight, Ben shut and locked his door and went back to his desk. From underneath, he pulled out Philip's dirty underpants, cold but still soaking wet. He brought them up to his face and inhaled the delicious smell of boy sweat and urine. In a couple of years he would hit puberty, but for now his juices still had that distinctive sweet little-boy smell that he loved so much. He inhaled deeply, his dick starting to get a little hard with excitement. Man, this kind of thing made the job totally worth earning less than half the pay he could have been making at a hospital! He reluctantly inserted the undies into a ziploc bag, sealed it shut, and slipped it into his briefcase. He would enjoy these some more later when he got home! After a while, he went and moved Philip's clothes into the dryer. He hoped Philip would just keep wearing the new underwear and that neither he nor his mom would notice the missing pair. On the way to his car, Ben stopped to inform the daycare monitor where to find Philip's clothes when they finished playing outside, and waved goodbye to Philip with a wink. After looking around to make sure no one would see, the boy waved back. The man and boy both had beaming smiles on their faces as the nurse headed for his car. Ben secretly hoped that this would be the start to a great new relationship. ******************* Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed it, hated it, or otherwise have comments/requests, I'd love to hear from you. Bear in mind I am pretty new at writing, hopefully I'll be able to improve as I go. I promise if I write more chapters, Ben and Philip will meet again, but I need to hear your support, encouragement and criticism, so please e-mail me at frankmberton (at) gmail (dot) com. *******************