Fiction: Pyramus and Thisbe and the (Glory) Hole in the Wall (M/F)

Fiction: Pyramus and Thisbe and the (Glory) Hole in the Wall (M/F)
Detail of Thisbe by John William Waterhouse, 1909

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Pyramus and Thisbe and the (Glory) Hole in the Wall

Pyramus and Thisbe, a handsome youth and the loveliest of maidens, lived in adjoining houses near the famous city of Babylon. They loved each other dearly and as the days went by their love grew stronger. They longed to join in marriage, but even though both were more than old enough their fathers had forbidden them to even hope for that wish fulfilled. And yet no parents could forbid the passion that inflamed their minds, their hearts, their loins with equal strength. And just as smouldering fires gather heat, love's passion burnt between them.

Now, as it turns out, a wall between their houses, built many years ago, was made defective with a little hole. A small defect mended by none, although for ages there. Our lovers found the secret opening, and used its passage to convey the sounds of gentle, murmured words. Many times they stood on either side, Thisbe on one and Pyramus the other, and when their warm breath touched from lip to lip, they sighed:

"That stupid wall! If only the hole were bigger. If only it would open for a kiss, just once!"

It was Thisbe who spoke in frustration this time.

"I know, my love," Pyramus replied, his breathed words warming her skin. "What would I give to hold you."

"What harm could come from enjoying our love?" Thisbe complained. "To feel you. To touch you."

"You know..." Pyramus hesitated. Should he really make this lewd suggestion?

"What is it, my love?"

The true exasperation in Thisbe's voice was enough to encourage him.

"The hole is not big enough for an embrace. But... I'm pretty sure I could fit my, eh, manhood through it."

There was devastating silence from the other side of the wall. Pyramus instantly regretted his words. They had not even kissed yet. How could he have risked to offend her with such an inappropriate proposition! Of course he dreamed about being joined in love with her and of course he had pleasured himself to those fantasies but he didn't want Thisbe to think this was all he saw in her.

"I'd love to see it."

"Really?" A rush of relief washed over him. How glad he was she didn’t take offence to his suggestion!

"Yes. Show me!"

Pyramus was quick to lift his woollen shawl1. There was no need to rub, the thought of Thisbe seeing and maybe even touching his cock was more than enough to make him as hard as he’d ever been. He positioned himself in front of the hole and pushed through, anxiously awaiting Thisbe's response.

"I see you."

He felt the gently touch of her fingertips.

"Do you like it?" He asked, his heart leaping into his throat. What if she didn't? Pyramus had no idea what girls wanted in a phallus. Maybe she thought it too thin. Or too dark?

"Of course I like it," he heard her laugh, "It's you!"

"I'm glad," he whispered with tender voice. Her fingers brushed over his crown again.

"Now, what do I do with it?" she asked. "You started leaking."

Her giggle warmed both his heart and his loins.

"Please, do whatever you want. I... I can pull back if you —"


He felt her touch, more assertive this time. She was probing, exploring. It turned him on more than any fantasy ever could.

"I want to kiss you, Pyramus. Would it be all right?" Thisbe's voice sounded playful and maybe it was just wishful thinking but wasn’t there also desire? Lust?

"I want to kiss you too, my love."

They had tried before. The wall was too thick for a kiss. From her caress, Pyramus concluded that only the tip of his cock had made it through their trusty hole. Suddenly, a hot, wet warmth surrounded the head of his phallus. He couldn't help but moan at the pleasant sensation.

"Oh Thisbe, that feels so good!"


‘Good’ wasn’t nearly enough praise. He pulled back his foreskin in case it was in the way. It was hard to tell exactly what it was she was doing but he imagined she gave him soft licks and maybe a few gentle sucks. Whatever it was, it felt beyond amazing!

"By Ishtar2, you're doing great!"

He pressed against the wall, trying to give her as much of his cock as possible. If she enjoyed this as much as he did? Half a mina3 of pre-come must have spilled into her mouth by now and Pyramus felt the familiar tingle of an approaching climax.

"My love, if you keep doing that, I... I will spend."


Thisbe didn't pull away. She kept her beautiful lips around his cock, sucking him as if she could get him through the wall this way. He groaned. By Ishtar, he was about to come, there was no turning back now.

"I will spill, right... about... ah!"

He felt the seed shooting up his cock where the confines of the wall slightly constricted the flow and rush out into her warm mouth. Pyramus intently hoped that his family was fast asleep because he was unable to control his cries of pleasure. Thisbe had given him only a glimpse of love fulfilled and it was more blissful than he had ever thought possible. He wanted to cuddle her and hold her and most of all return the favour. But alas, the wall forbade it.

"Are you all right?" he whispered softly.

"I am." She giggled. "I didn’t know what it would be like when you spill. And spill you did, my darling. You taste..." She giggled again. "Like sea water?"

"I love you. I wish I could kiss you right now."

"Me too. So you could taste yourself in my mouth."

"Wait, I'll taste it."

He pulled his shrinking cock back through the hole. Thisbe's saliva was still coating it, along with traces of his own semen. He scooped it up with his finger and licked.

"You are right. Quite salty," he agreed.

"You really tasted it right now?"

Thisbe chuckled.

"I did."

He had never given the taste of his come any thought before but it wasn’t so bad. And if he wasn’t so bad, he could only imagine how divine Thisbe must be – what he’d give to kiss her womanhood...

"You are so sweet. But it must be late. We need to go to bed."

"I know. Still, I wish it were not so."

"As do I. Farewell, my love. I'll count the hours until I can be back here tomorrow night."

"I will be waiting for you."

Pyramus listened to her leave before making his way to bed himself, pondering. The wonderful their timid love had been, the more it now painfully called attention to the fact that they could never be together like husband and wife.
Tomorrow, he’d ask Thisbe to leave with him.


1 In ancient Assyria, men and women could wear elaborate shawl drapery without any tunic underneath, even though tunics with various-fringed shawl draperies were more fashionable.

2 Ishtar is the Babylonian name of the ancient Mesopotamian goddess Inanna, the Queen of Heaven and goddess of love, beauty, sex, desire, fertility, war, justice, and political power.

3 A Babylonian mina is an ancient Near Eastern unit of weight, volume, and currency. It's roughly equal to 500 ml or 18 fluid ounces.