In my younger years, I had crazy fantasies about the cast of the truly ridiculous sitcom, Gilligan's Island. It's my pleasure to present to you my decidedly skewed take on what REALLY happened on the island... Part One: First Mates Outside their grass shack home, Gilligan could hear the night sounds of the ocean and wind through the dense foliage of the jungle. He lay in his low-slung hammock, staring up through the twilight at the masculine impression made by the body of his Captain whose hammock was slung directly above his. Gilligan’s long lean form was almost completely naked, covered only by a pair of loose, white shorts. It was hot; his naturally hairless body glistened with a light sweat. He wondered if this would be one of those nights when the Captain called him to duty. From the restless breathing above him, he anticipated that this would indeed be one of those nights and the thought thrilled him with anticipation. It seemed to Gilligan that a night such as this was made for passion. From the hammock above, the beefy arm of the Captain reached down from the hammock above. The tattooed forearm was covered in soft, blonde hairs. The Captain’s thick fingers sought out and then stroked the First Mate’s thin, sinewy arms. Gilligan shivered. Knowing his role, Gilligan slid silently out from his bunk and stood up, his chest now parallel with the Captain’s reclining form. The Captain wasn’t asleep, but his eyes were closed and a gentle smile was on his lips, his hands clasped behind his head. He too was nearly naked, although he still wore his Captain’s hat and snug white briefs, which followed the curve of his incredibly large package. Smiling with pleasure, Gilligan reached his right hand out and softly gripped the Captain, feeling his cock and balls through the thin fabric of his underwear. Gilligan never failed to be amazed at the Captain’s size and he could feel the thick cock already stiffening in his hand. With his left hand he ran his fingers over the Captain’s pleasantly round belly and his hairy chest. He teased the Captain’s firm nipples before moving his hand into the damp hair beneath the Captain’s arms. After a time spent stroking his Captain’s sweaty armpits, Gilligan raised his fingers to his nose and inhaled the Captain’s musky scent. He shuddered and felt his own cock –long, thin, and uncut- begin to harden. The Captain’s cock was straining at the fabric of his briefs. Gilligan pulled the waistband down to free it. The cock was a true marvel. At just over five inches it wasn’t overly long, but its girth was truly astounding. To Gilligan, the proportions always brought to mind a large soda or beer can. The fact that it was cut only added to its stout look. Correspondingly, the balls were also outsized - as thick, heavy and round as a grapefruit. Gilligan began stroking the thick cock, gripping firmly and pulling the skin upwards and downwards. The Captain groaned with pleasure and began moving his body in rhythm to Gilligan’s ministrations. Without saying a word, the Captain reached out his right arm and placed one meaty hand behind Gilligan’s head, signaling that it was time for the First Mate to take the stout cock into his mouth. Gilligan leaned forward, opening his broad mouth and took as much of the meaty rod in as he could. He felt the firm cock-head press against the back of his throat and convulsed uncontrollably. The cock was hot, hard and salty in his mouth. The size of it inside him gave him an ecstatic pleasure and the gentle but heavy press of the Captain’s hand on the back of his head only added to the ecstasy. He gripped the cock with his lips and began drawing his mouth upward, never loosening his hold on the shaft, savouring every bump and ridge. He drew his tongue along the sensitive underside of the cock head and the Captain moaned again. Gilligan continue his oral stroking, while at the same time gripping the enormous balls in his right hand while tweaking the Captain’s nipples with his left. Again and again he ran his mouth and tongue along the Captain thick shaft. Again and again the Captain bucked and moaned with the pleasure of Gilligan’s expert attention. Gilligan felt the Captain’s right hand lift from the back of his head and knew what was coming next. The Captain had lifted his hat and brought it down toward his waist. There he began tapping it lightly on the back of Gilligan’s head. “Oh Little Buddy, Little Buddy, Little Buddy…” he moaned, striking the back of Gilligan’s rising and falling head with each phrase. Soon the blows became harder, not so much as to cause pain, but to indicate the incredible depth of the pleasure the Captain was receiving from the First Mate’s intense, hard-sucking blow job. Gilligan began to suck even harder and faster, grinding his tongue against the steely flesh of his Captain’s cock. In one hand he felt the nipples harden, while the other felt the balls draw tighter and tighter, hotter and hotter. “YES LITTLE BUDDY! LITTLE BUDDY! LITTLE BUDDY!” The Captain shouted and continued to strike Gilligan with his hat over and over again until, at last, his back arched, his furry belly pushed upward, and a colossal load of semen disgorged into the First Mate’s eager mouth. The Captain’s hot thick cum filled Gilligan’s mouth in heavy spurts; it was all he could do to swallow enough to keep pace. At last, the Captain blew the last of his hot load into Gilligan’s mouth and the First Mate swallowed the final, hot drops without ever once losing his grip on his Captain’s cock. Gilligan retained his mouth grip on the cock until he was certain that the Captain was satisfied. When he was sure, Gilligan raised his head, cheeks flushed, breathing heavy, and his stomach full of his Captain’s cream. He pulled the fabric of the briefs back over the Captain’s package. For his part, the Captain settled once more into his hammock, fully sated and peaceful. Never once opening his eyes, the Captain replaced his hat and then linked his hands behind his hand. Gilligan ran his eyes top-to-bottom over his beloved Captain: the broad feet, the furry legs, the fabric covered package (softening, but still incredible large), the wide belly, the blonde, barrel chest, the sweaty underarms and the smiling, dreamy face. “Thanks Little Buddy,” the Captain said dreamily. “Sure thing, Skipper,” Gilligan replied and then, knowing that we was too aroused to sleep, left the grass hut in search of more island pleasures.
