Date: Tue, 17 May 2005 01:23:18 -0400
From: Nicholas A Ryan <nickwhatever@juno.com>
Subject: Gilligan's Island Adventure

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.