The characters and actors depicted are the property of Sherwood Schwartz. The actions depicted are in no way reflective of the sexuality of the characters and/or the actors portraying them. The following story depicts consensual male/male sex. If such depictions are offensive to the reader please read no further.
Gilligan's Island Adventure
"Professor! Professor!" Gilligan hurried to the hut/laboratory of the genius who had yet to get them off of the island. Gilligan was drenched from falling into the lagoon. "Professor!" He marched into the Professor's hut and a scent of chemicals permeated the air.
"What is it Gilligan," the professor replied irritably. His attention was focused upon the beakers and various tubes connected and flowing with bubbling chemicals.
Gilligan removed his hat and scratched his head. "Professor, I think that I found the plants you need for the serum on the other side of the island."
"You're sure?" The professor turned and was struck by how long and lanky Gilligan actually was. The soaked clothing accentuated his slim torso and waist. The damp blue jeans hugged his legs and the Professor realized that Gilligan actually had a round pert butt.
The professor was by no means shabby. An attractive man, his geekish profession covered a much more interesting bent: man sex. And Gilligan was getting him hard, very hard. He shifted uncomfortably. He cleared his throat. "You're sure its the right plant."
Gilligan nodded rapidly. "Yes Professor. I took the field guide with the picture to make sure."
The professor nodded. "You say its on the other side of the island?" the professor's eyes traveled Gilligan's twinkish frame. The erection in the professor's khakis surged.
"Ah Ah," Gilligan affirmed with a grin.
The professor shifted again. He found it amazing that Gilligan hadn't noticed the erection surging out through his slacks. "Take me to it."
"Sure Professor." Gilligan frowned. "Shall I get the Skipper to help us?"
"That won't be necessary." The last thing he needed was the bellicose Skipper cock-blocking. "Take me there right now."
"Ok." Gilligan turned merrily and walked to the hut's door.
The professor was momentarily still. Damn! Gilligan's butt was perkier and rounder than he even imagined. He lowered his hand and rearranged his erection within the confines of his pants.
"Professor," Gilligan stopped just outside of the hut. "Are you coming."
"Yes Gilligan," and he would be, as soon as they reached the other side of the island.
By the time they reached the other side of the island, the Professor's boner was killing him. The way Gilligan nonchalantly walked only emphasized his butt. The professor had been hypnotized by it all through the journey. He damn well was going to have it.
"This way professor," Gilligan merrily called.
Gilligan led the professor to some foliage just bordering the beach on the other side of the island. The professor made as if to examine it but his mind was focused on fucking Gilligan's butt.
"Ah Ah, very good Gilligan," he adlibbed. "I'm very impressed," impressed with Gilligan's twinkish body.
Gilligan grinned. "Thanks professor. Shall we cut some of the leaves to take back?"
The professor moved further on the beach. "Lets just rest a minute shall we?"
"Ok professor, if you say so." Gilligan chimed.
The professor sank down onto the sand and Gilligan followed suite. They both looked out toward the Pacific.
"Gilligan," the professor ventured carefully. "How long have we been on this island?"
"A year now." Gilligan thought back carefully. "Yes professor, the Minnow washed ashore a year ago."
A year, the professor blanched. A year without man-sex. The skipper certainly wasn't a fantasy. Neither was Mr. Howell, but Gilligan.....the professor realized just how remiss he'd been.
"Gilligan, you do trust me."
"Sure professor."
"You might even say that you like me."
Gilligan looked at him curiously. "Well sure. Why do you ask Professor?"
"Well Gilligan," the professor ventured, "how have you been coping here on the island."
"As better as can be expected." Gilligan rubbed his stomach. "I miss some of the food but that Mary Anne sure can whip up a great coconut cream pie."
"And you like Mary Anne," he pressed. The professor hadn't fucked Mary Anne. She was a goody-two shoes virgin.
Gilligan frowned. "Sure, she's like a sister to me."
"And Ginger?" the professor had fucked Ginger but she was too self absorbed for any type of enjoyment.
"Wow!" Gilligan marveled in awe. "She's a great star!"
Good. Gilligan viewed Ginger as an icon rather than a potential...."it certainly is warm this afternoon," the professor pantomimed. He waved a hand as if fanning his face. "I think I need to take off my shirt." With skilled hands he quickly unbuttoned his shirt and shucked it. His muscular torso was exposed to Gilligan for the first time. Despite his chemical studies, the professor had Maintained his physique through the Charles Atlas program. His muscles rippled in the sunlight, the hard smooth pecs topping a trim waist and a faintly defined six-pack.
Gilligan didn't seem to notice the professor's body which irritated him.
"So Gilligan," he grinned. "What about your other needs."
"Other needs?" Gilligan wasn't sure what exactly the professor meant but he couldn't exactly concentrate on anything but the professor's athletic torso. "Um, I'm not sure what you mean professor." Gilligan hadn't ever really admired a man's body. His father had been obese much like the skipper. Gilligan particularly liked how hard and powerful the professor's chest looked, nothing like the Skipper's sagging tits.
"You know," the professor hedged, "your more personal needs."
Gilligan blushed. He'd grown accustomed to the Skipper waking him in the night to fuck him in his hammock. The Skipper wasn't very exciting but the Professor. Gilligan wondered just what it would feel like to be with the Professor in the same manner. "Gosh Professor, this is a rather embarrassing conversation."
The Professor grinned. "I'm sorry Gilligan, but, you shouldn't feel embarrassed. We're buddies and buddies share things with each other....help each other."
Gilligan thought a moment. He looked around, as if some were about, which was ridiculous. "Truth be told Professor....," he hedged, "some times I masturbate."
Gilligan looked down at the sand. The Professor pressed on, "some times Gilligan?"
Gilligan looked up at the Professor. He thought the Professor was incredibly sexy. Perhaps later he'd masturbate over him, even fantasize that the Professor is fucking him the next time the Skipper fucks him. "Well, a lot." He acquiesced.
The Professor nodded. "I do too."
They were both silent for several minutes. But then the Professor ventured, "can get kind of old though...boring."
Gilligan nodded slowly. "I guess."
"You know Gilligan," the Professor offered, "maybe we can help each other out; keep it from being boring."
Gilligan nervously shrugged. He was getting hard at the thought of jerking the Professor off. "Sure."
"We could help each other out....now," he emphasized.
"N.....now." Gilligan was rock hard but sweating nervously.
"Yes, Gilligan." Before Gilligan's amazed eyes, the professor pulled at his fly and hauled out his hardening nine inch cock.
As the Professor stroked it with an inviting grin, Gilligan was surprised by the size. The Skipper's dick was small. He wasn't so sure about taking it in his butt, but it didn't matter because the professor just was interested in jerking off.
The Professor watched the mixture of reactions cross Gilligan's face. "Can I see yours?" He asked softly.
"Um," Gilligan nodded awkwardly, "sure Professor." Gilligan reached for the fly of his pants, but his hands were shaking and he couldn't get the zipper to move.
The Professor walked closer, his hard cock bobbing in the sea air. "Let me help you Gilligan."
Gilligan mutely froze as the Professor lowered his hands and easily slid the zip down. He was shivering as he felt the Professor's warm hands slide beneath his tighty-whiteys and gently wrap around his hard cock. The Professor pulled the 7 incher free and stroked it with his masculine fingers. He grinned, "Nice one Gilligan."
"Uh, thanks Professor." Gilligan was still paralyzed by the sensation of the Professor jerking his cock.
"Real nice," the Professor murmured as he fell to his knees and slipped the head of Gilligan's cock between his lips. Gilligan was stunned but moaned at the sensation of the wet suction of the Professor's mouth. The lips slid all the way down Gilligan's shaft. Gilligan's toes curled when the Professor flecked the tip of his tongue against Gilligan's piss slit.
"Oh Professor," Gilligan murmured closing his eyes and grabbing the Professor's bobbing head.
The Professor continued deep throating Gilligan while running his hands up over Gilligan's bubble butt. He slid the fingers of one hand down along Gilligan's crack. Gilligan twisted his butt, bucking back against the Professor's fingers. Two fingers traced the tight ring of Gilligan's hole. Gilligan held tighter to the Professor's head. The Professor's nose was buried in Gilligan's spring pubes. He could smell Gilligan's musky scent. Pre-cum dripped from Gilligan's dick head down the Professor's throat.
"Oh!" Gilligan started as the Professor inserted his two fingers into Gilligan's butt hole.
The Professor sucked harder on Gilligan's cock as his fingers explored the butt hole. The fingers moved along the warm wet insides, stretching him a bit. Gilligan needed to be ready for the Professor's cock. Gilligan bucked back and leaked even more pre-cum when the Professor's fingers touched his prostate. The Professor set up a steady rhythm of moving against the prostate, finger fucking Gilligan's butt.
The sensations were too great for Gilligan, he was getting close. He was going to cum. "Ugh, Professor," Gilligan warned, "just to let you know....um....I'm going to cum." Gilligan expected the Professor to pull away but instead his mouth sucked harder. "Ooooooooohhhhhhh Professor, hear.......it comes." Gilligan's toes curled. "Ughhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhh Ughhhhhhhhhhh," Gilligan's cock released a flow of salty cum in the mouth of the Professor. To Gilligan's amazement, the Professor swallowed it all. The Professor's lips nursed the cock until every last drop was released.
As the Professor pulled off of him, Gilligan was breathing heavily. "Gosh Professor, that felt real good."
The Professor leaned back on his knees a bit, stroking his still hard cock and smiled up at Gilligan. "Glad to help Gilligan."
Gilligan looked down at the Professor's hard cock and wondered if he was expected to return the favor. Gilligan certainly hoped so. The Professor's cock was thick, veiny and leaking pre-cum. "I...I guess I should h....help you." Gilligan offered.
"Mmm hmm," the Professor nodded, "but maybe we can try something different."
"Different?" Gilligan was a bit disappointed.
"Yes Gilligan." The Professor smiled. "Gilligan, have you ever been fucked."
Gilligan was too embarrassed to talk about the fat-ass Skipper's nightly screwing. "Umm, no, not really." Besides, the Professor's cock was so much bigger than the Skipper's. He was afraid it would hurt.
"I'd like to fuck you Gilligan." The Professor coaxed.
"Y....you would." Gilligan's eyes widened. "I...I don't know Professor."
"Come on Gilligan." The Professor encouraged. "We agreed to help one another."
"Yes Professor but......."
"Your butt, Gilligan," the Professor nodded. "I want your butt."
"Well..........."
The Professor rifled through the burlap bag brought ostensibly to carry the plant leaves and pulled out a coconut shell filled with the Professor's own home made lubricant.
"Professor," Gilligan watched nervously.
"Turn around Gilligan." The Professor dictated. I'll lube you up and then you can just sit down on me.
Gilligan looked at the Professor's cock intently. He did want the Professor to fuck him. Obediently Gilligan turned around.
The Professor gazed at Gilligan's perfect tight bubble butt. "Back up a bit." He instructed. "A bit more," Gilligan moved closer, close enough for the Professor......
"Ughhhh," Gilligan grunted as the Professor pulled Gilligan's butt cheeks apart and buried his face in the crack, his tongue thrusting into Gilligan's finger stretched hole. Gilligan instinctively spread his legs, allowing the Professor more access. The Professor thrust deeper. "Ughhh," Gilligan grunted again. The Professor's tongue swept the tight warm walls of his hole. The tip flecked Gilligan's prostate, his cock surged.
After lubing Gilligan's hole up with plenty of spit and home made lube, the Professor stood, quickly gripped Gilligan's slim waist and thrust full force in Gilligan's quivering hole. "Fuckkkkkkkkk," Gilligan was so tight.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh," the professor was so big. Gilligan thought he was being ripped open.
The Professor burrowed the whole length of his shaft in Gilligan, brushing his pubes against Gilligan's spread straining cheeks. Gilligan convulsed his rectum muscles tightly about the Professor's shaft. The Professor withdrew a bit and then thrust forward.
"Ughhh," Gilligan grunted, eyes tightly closed. "P...professor," Gilligan winced.
However the Professor was too revved to slacken now. "Fuckin' take it Gilligan!" He grunted between thrusts. "You know you love this shaft!" His thrusts were more savage.
Gilligan noted the slackening of pain after each of the Professor's thrusts. He wiggled his butt to get more comfortable and was soon thrashing back against the Professor's thrusts. The Professor's fingers dug into the flesh at Gilligan's waist. Gilligan tightened his muscles around the Professor.
"Oh Fuck!" The Professor panted, slamming into Gilligan, his thighs smacking Gilligan's butt loudly.
"Fuck me, Professor!" Gilligan encouraged. "Harder! Harder!"
The Professor thrust harder, his pubes rubbing uncomfortably against Gilligan's butt cheeks. He ground into Gilligan with a growl. Gilligan's hole was tight, deep, warm, endless. He felt as if Gilligan were sucking him in. It was incredible. The Professor was so close.
Gilligan, for his part, was totally into the Professor's thrusts. His cock was dripping pre cum. This was nothing like the Skipper's clumsy quickies each night. Gilligan was so turned on. He reached down between his legs, grasped his duck and began jerking furiously.
The Professor was so close. He could feel his balls churning as Gilligan's butt sucked around his shaft. He held tighter to Gilligan and pulled him hard back against him. He was ready. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," the Professor wailed as his cock erupted a lava flow of cum filling Gilligan's hole.
Gilligan felt the cum fill him and reached the edge, "Professorrrrrrrrrrrr," Gilligan wailed. His dick spurted ropes of cum down upon the white sand. Gilligan jerked until every drop was milked from him.
The Professor held within Gilligan until his cock was spent. When he pulled out, Gilligan stood and turned to him awkwardly.
"Uh, thanks Professor."
"No, Gilligan," he said brushing his washboard abs leisurely with his fingers. "Thank you." However, the Professor knew how loose Gilligan's mouth was and was concocting a plan to ensure that Gilligan kept this secret between them. "Gilligan, shouldn't we be getting some more leaves and be heading back to our side of the island?" The Professor pulled on his pants.
"I guess so Professor." Gilligan scratched his head. "What time is it anyway?" He pulled on his pants.
The Professor fished a gold pocket watch out of the bag and held it up in front of Gilligan's face. "Pretty late," he said completely unaware of what the face read.
"Gosh Professor, that's a really nice watch." Gilligan gushed.
"Isn't it," the Professor agreed lightly swinging it before Gilligan's eyes. "Just look at it Gilligan. Look at it real closely. See how pretty it is."
Gilligan's eyes followed the sway of the watch. His eyelids were heavy.
"So pretty...." he mumbled.
"Gilligan," the Professor said soothingly, "listen to me very carefully.
You are under my control."
Gilligan's head swayed, "control," he echoed.
"You will do as I say." The Professor instructed softly.
"Do as you say," Gilligan hollowly repeated.
"You will forget about this afternoon."
"Forget," Gilligan murmured.
"You will tell no one of this."
"Tell no one," Gilligan's eyes held to the swaying watch.
"You will come to my hut each night." The Professor added.
"Your hut," Gilligan's eyelids sagged.
"You will let me fuck you every night."
"Fuck," Gilligan murmured, "night."
"Every night Gilligan," the Professor added for good measure, "my hut."
"Your hutttttt," Gilligan slurred.
"Your butt will ride my cock every night, but never remember it." the Professor reinforced. Gilligan nodded, however it was more a sag than a nod. "Now you will wake up." The Professor snapped his fingers.
Gilligan instantly was alert. "Gosh Professor, do you think we got enough of those leaves?"
"I think so," the Professor smiled. "Are you ready to go back?"
"Sure Professor." When Gilligan moved, his butt ached. "Um, Professor?"
"Yes Gilligan," the Professor watched Gilligan's faltered movement with a raised eyebrow.
"Do you think that we can rest a bit," Gilligan scratched his head. "I'm a bit.....sore," Gilligan shrugged, "I guess from the hike across the island." Although it was odd that only his butt ached.
"Sure Gilligan," the Professor nodded with a smile.
Gilligan sat down on the sanded beach and the Professor sat down next time. They both looked out into the ocean.
"Professor?" Gilligan broached. "Do you think that we'll ever get off this island?"
"Some day Gilligan," the Professor nodded. "Some day." But the Professor was already formulating how he would secretly sabotage every effort they made to do so. Gilligan's butt was too hot and tight to give up that easily. "With luck, some day Gilligan." Only after he had worn out Gilligan's butt thoroughly, only then. The Professor smiled and relaxed back upon the sand.