My girlfriend had gone away for the weekend with a friend from work and I took advantage of the time alone to go out drinking with the guys. I met a bunch of mates for sunday lunch and as my girlfiend wasn't due back till about 8pm i stayed and drinking beer through the afternoon. At around 5pm I decided to head home. In retrospect I know really should have taken a piss before i left but I was quite drunk and not really thinking straight. I took the bus and by the time I was half way home I was in agony and still had another 15 or so minutes lft of my journey. I gritted my teeth and crossed my legs and held my dick. Every bump and turn of the bus made the situation even worse and i eventually got to a point where I knew that I had to get off the bus or risk pissing my pants in front of everyone. I was only about five minutes walk from home but knew I had to find somewhere to relive myself quickly - the only trouble was I live on a busy road and i couldn't find anywhere to go where I wouldn't be seen. I dashed towards home and must have been within twenty yards of my house when i began to lose it and dribbled a little in my pants. There was nobody coming towards me and when i remebered that there was no one home I decided to give in to the pressure and let it go. piss streamed down my legs and soaked my jeans but the relief was so great that I didn't care - especially as I was now a few yards from home and no one would ever know unless i told them. As I opened my front door i caught sight of myself in a mirror and laughed when I saw my jeans which were drenched down both legs. Suddenly the kitchen door opened in front of me and out came my girlfiend and the friend she had been away with - they had arrived home early to surprise me. To this day the story gets told to all our friends - my nick name is pee-pee. Can anyone beat this for an embarrasing pee story?