Giorgii Williams

Changing History

Prologue

- 5:45am PST. Northern California is hit by the biggest earthquake in recorded history, measuring 17.25 on the Richter scale. Aftershocks continue for 12 hours with the smallest aftershock registering 10.4 on the Richter scale. From Santa Cruz to Eureka and east to the I-5 corridor, California sinks into the Pacific Ocean. The highest peaks of the coastal range now make a chain of small uninhabited islands. Mt. Lassen & Mt. Shasta erupt.

- 9:00pm EST. President Bush and Vice-President Cheney address the nation in a national broadcast that preempts all other programing on all channels including the premium movie channels. They blame the California disaster on Iran, Syria, Iraqi Shite rebels and Al'Qaida and vow to make the Muslims pay for their audacity. President Bush declares Martial Law. All incoming and outgoing international flights are cancelled. All borders are secured from entry or exit. Vice-President Cheney announces mandatory draft for all males from the ages of 16 to 30 and that includes all the illegal aliens. Muslims and people of middle eastern descent are to be rounded up and put in special camps.

September 12, 2007 - 10am EST. President Bush disbands, the Senate and Congress and takes full command of the country until the crisis is over.

- 5:30pm EST on the front lawn of the White House a memorial service is held for the millions dead from the California disaster. President Bush vows to exterminate Muslims from the face of the earth.

September 13, 2007 - 9:00am PST. A black bulletproof Chrysler 300 leaves the top secret headquarters of OSSI in Seattle.

Fifty-nine year old hacker Ghost Worm leans back in his chair and stares at the monitor, the information he just lifted from Langley's Cray Super computers most secret and secure area confirmed his suspicions of a government conspiracy and cover up. He knew his theft was not spotted, he also knew that people like him would be hunted down by the imposed regime even though he was a relic of times gone by, he was still considered dangerous in the eyes of the new government. He set his computer to burn all the information gathered concerning the California massacre onto a CD and then have it completely wiped out of his puter. He stood up and stretched his 6'4" frame, his blue eyes ablaze, at 59 he still looked like he was early or mid thirties, he was in great physical shape by doing his martial arts exercises and running. Back in days gone by and mainly forgotten he had been part of a highly specialized commando unit in Vietnam, a unit that never existed in any military records. Fifty men with no names, no records, no future but death, somehow he and three others had survived Nam. His knowledge of various forms of martial arts, proficiency with any kind of weapon, his fluent command of at least 20 languages and his ability to blend into any surrounding enhanced by an inbred survival instinct helped him to make it back home. One of the survivors vanished into the jungles of the Amazon Basin disgusted with the governments sell out of thousands of POW's. He, code name Rasputin, due to his Russian heritage, and the other two survivors of The Blood Red Diamond joined their commanding officer as agents for OSSI. In late 70's after a dangerous but successful mission to end the traffic of heroin through Mexico, he retired from the agency by going MIA. Having remained invisible for 30 years, he had started to feel safe, but not anymore, not now, not with the facts that he knew. He had to vanish for good this time, time was of essence, the government was bound to locate him and hunt him down because his skills and knowledge were a constant threat to their survival.

- 9:35am PST. The car pulls into the driveway of a nondescript house in one of the many towns north of Seattle.

The door is opened by the ex-agent, his right hand is behind his back holding a cocked and loaded Vietnam era government issue Colt 45 automatic pistol. He greets his old comrade from Nam Killjoy, his voice and face not showing his misstrust. He leads the two OSSI agents to his basement living room, the 45 now visible. Killjoy now a Col. in the agency did not give the pistol a second look, the other agent a green newbie, whose only combat experience was probably playing war simulation games on his computer could not take his eyes of the cocked 45.

"Rasputin we need you to return to active duty. There is need for your talents and gifts in what would be your most challenging assignment." spoke Col. Killjoy.

"If you're talking about exterminating the mass murderers Bush, Cheney and their cabinet, that is no challenge but a pleasure." retorts the ex-agent.

"What do you know and what proof do you have of their involvement in the disaster?" asks Capt. Opus.

"Two years ago, President Bush and Vice-President Cheney requested a special study to be conducted by their most ardent supporters among the top seismologists. The purpose of the study was to find out which would be the most dangerous spots in the various northern California fault lines, in case terrorists tried to force major earthquakes in the state. The study was finished three months ago and the Top Secret report sent directly to President Bush. I have a copy of that report."

"How does requesting the report involve them in the act of terrorism?" queries Capt. Opus.

"Terrorists did not have access to the knowledge of the most devastating junctions of the various fault lines, nor would they have had the resources needed to place the nuclear devices right at the junctions of San Andreas & Humboldt fault, Humbolt and North Calaveras faults and San Andreas and Calaveras fault after it joined with the Hayward fault. The reason for that is that the explosives were placed underground right at the junctions of the fault lines and not above ground where terrorists might have had access." replied Rasputin.

"Also there is are a few memos from the White House to the head of the CIA with explicit instructions to disrupt those same convergence spots with nukes stolen from the Soviet government after it's fall." continued the ex-agent.

"Will the two of you quit discussing irrelevant data, we all know the President, Vice-President, their cabinet and the CIA were involved in the California massacre. We have more important things to discuss." cut in Col. Killjoy.

"Rasputin you will need to report to HQ in Vermont, where Gen. DuPoupon will brief you on your assignment. What I can tell you is that you will be sent back in time to change American history by making sure the Confederacy wins the war, Lincoln is assassinated before he signs the Emancipation act and that ancestors responsible for beginning certain present day families are exterminated with extreme prejudice before they have any offspring's. This is a nutshell description of your assignment." informs Col. Killjoy.

"Sounds interesting, now how do I get to HQ assuming flying is out of the question?"

"You will be provided with a bulletproof Dodge Hennessy Viper powered by a prototype 545cid. 10cylinder Hemi with twin turbos, fully armed with front and rear machine guns, radar jamers and our own prototype cloaking device. Speed is of essence before we get involved in WWIII and destroy the world in a massive nuclear war. I presume you will have no need of weapons." says Col. Killjoy.

"You are right on that bro, I always maintain a small arsenal at all times. So when do I collect the car and depart?" I ask.

"As soon as we get to our local office, debrief you, supply you with cash and some necessary gadgets." Informs Opus. He does look like the penguin Opus from the comic strips muses Rasputin.

"Your belongings will be moved to a safe place awaiting your return. Now pack what you will need for the trip east, do not pack anything for the time trip since you will not be able to take anything with you." Drones Killjoy.

1:00pm PST. A dark blue Dodge Viper with tinted glass all around peels out of the OSSI HQ in Seattle.

Here ends the prologue, most likely making people wonder what it has to do with an erotic sci-fi/fantasy story set in the U.S.A. before the civil war. There will also be parts of the story that might not make much sense as to why they are there or why they were given more then a sentence. I promise that as the story progresses, a lot of it will make more sense, since some of those people will return to the story. Also I am trying to give some credibility to the story by using real people, places and events when possible. For instance in chapter 1 you will hear about the main characters grandparents and a mention of some of his great-grandparents. Some of them like Col. Edwin Drake did exist and he was an astute businessman, he actually owned the first oil field in Pennsylvania 1859, as he will in the story. Another real person is Eliphalet Remington who did start the Remington gun company in 1816 and who had a son named Eliphalet Remington Jr. who was an excellent gunsmith, both of them will be featured later in the story. Also try to remember that in 1800's people got married a lot younger then they do now. For a girl of 15 to marry a man of 20 or 30 was not uncommon, so people in their early thirties could quite possibly be gran parents. Not sure how good my story writing skills are, but doing the research for the story, getting important dates, names, places and other facts to add some realism to the story is time consuming but quite fun, since I am learning a lot about pre-civil war history and even geography. Hey I had to make sure most the locations existed and if you look at the maps you will find them there. For instance Morgan & Coosaw Islands do exist and they are near a town called Wilkins. This will mainly be an erotic fantasy, but it will have some facts and dates that are important to the overall story.

Chapter 1

April 30, 1823 - A boy is born in Boston, Massachusetts, he was 11" [28 cm] long and weighted 10.5lbs [4,700 grams], blue eyes that changed from baby blue to practically navy blue. His parents Mary Louise Drake daughter of Col. Edwin Drake a career military man and astute business man and Sophia Remington daughter of Eliphalet Remington of the Remington gun company and industries. His father was James Allen Morgan middle child of Raymond P. Morgan, a direct descendant of the pirate Captain Morgan and Constance E. Lafitte heiress to the Lafitte Sugar cane plantations in Louisiana and descendant of the Pirate Lafitte . The boy was called Sebastian Marcus Lafitte Drake Remington Morgan, at that time he did not know the vast fortunes he was going to inherit nor the heavy responsibilities that were going to be placed on him. He was quite content snuggling to his mother and sleeping, oblivious to the part he would play in reshaping the history of the country he was born in.

When Sebastian Marcus was three months old his parents took him on a trip to introduce him to his various great-grandparents and to his paternal grandparents, having already met his maternal grandparents who lived closed by in Boston. He was a quiet boy rarely crying or waking his parents in the middle of the night. Seby's great-grandparents were very pleased with this addition to their families. His ready smile, sparkling blue eyes and affectionate nature endeared him to all his great-grandparents who lavished him with toys, gifts and bank accounts. Before he was one year old Sebastian had more money in his bank accounts and various trust funds then an average northerner could ammass in a lifetime of working and saving. The family came to Morgan Island in South Carolina when Seby was ten months old, he instantly captured the hearts of his paternal grandparents and soon after became their pride and joy.

A few days after their arrival on Morgan Island, where his gran-father grew indigo and extracted the dye, the boy was introduced to the plantation slaves as Master Raymond's heir and future Master of Morgan Island. His mother and granma sat in Whicker chairs placed near the steps to the house, Master Raymond stood to the left of the chairs to greet the nigger slaves and introduce his heir. The boys father was nowhere to be found, unless one went to the wine cellar. The boy being held either by his mother or granma, smiled to all the well wishers but being an active baby, it was tiring just laying there while the huge line of over 300 slaves wound it's way by him.

He was starting to fall asleep when a young nigger boy, about 6 years of age aproached. Something happened, because Sebastian suddenly extended his arms towards the slave boy, since his granma was still holding him, he started to cry and wiggle until Missus Morgan gave him into the arms of the nigger boy. Once in Joseph arms, Seby wrapped his small arms around the boys neck and giggled. When his mother and then granma tried to pry him from Josephs arms he would not let go and started crying, so they let a nigger slave boy hold the heir of Morgan Island as the procession of well wishers wound its way to the end. The boy only let go of Joseph when it was time for his mother to feed him and then put him to sleep but even then the slave had to be next to him and holding his hand. When Seby woke up the next morning and not seeing the slave next to him he threw the biggest and only tantrum in his life, repeating JoJo between sobs, he could already say mama.

His granma had Joseph called to the House for nany and babysitting duty. Thus started a relationship between two boys, one the heir of many fortunes, the other a poor nigger slave, but in the hearts of both boys they were brothers. Seby learned to walk and run with JoJo's help, got potty trained by his big brother, for that is how he saw JoJo in his mind and heart.

Shortly after his first birthday his parents left for Boston, he stayed with his granparents on Morgan Island. Those were some of the happiest times in his life, the boys were inseparable. Joseph was being taught how to write, read, speak proper english and mathematics, his education being done in secret, since in SC it was forbiden by law to educate a nigger slave or freeman. Mr. Morgan had hired a qualified tutor Mr. Killroy, from Boston on Col. Drakes reference. During the lessons Sebastian would sit quietly and listen to everything, then flood JoJo with questions. When Seby was two he started being tutored together with JoJo.

His granpa had a chinese gardener who took care of the atrium, greenhouse and the gardens, when the boy was three he saw the gardener practicing something and tried to immitate his moves but kept falling down because he tried to do it faster then Mr. Lieu. Mr. Shien Lieu was the son of the prominent Lieu family of Great Britain and China, his grand parents had come to England from China to expand their gardening empire. Mr. Shien Lieu had come to America to help expand the families empire and also to learn about diferent plants, flowers and vegetation indiginous to the North American continent. Tai Chi has been a family tradition going back a few centuries. He was a Master at it just like his father and eldest son, who incedently was the gardner at the Morgan and Drake estates in Boston, Mr. Shien got the job at the Morgan plantation on the advice of Sophia who suggested him to Constance.

So at the tender age of three, and JoJo being nine the boys began to learn Tai Chi. Life was good on the plantation there were plenty of slave boys and girls around Seby's age that he played catch the nigger, pirates, had races, waded and learned to swim with in the local creek.

He was a very smart boy, when not playing with other kids, he and JoJo could be found on the veranda reading. At his granma's insistance his parents enrolled him in the exclusive Boston's Academy for Young Gentlemen at the age of five. School was not a pleasant experience for Seby, academically he did better then kids older then him, socially he was an outcast, being picked on by older bullies, ridiculed as a bookworm or teachers pet by other students. He did his best to avoid any confrontations, yet a month into the school year an older boy poured a glass of milk on Sebastian, as they say "that was the straw that broke the camels back." He stood up, wiped the milk from his eyes and faced the seven year old bully Tom Wilson.

"You're brave enough when your servants are close by to help, but are you man enough to fight a younger kid one on one, without your servants holding his arms?" Spat Seby

The bully laughed and made deregatory remarks about Sebastian.

"As I thought, you're a yellow bellied coward who can only fight someone if your sidekicks are pinning the other boys arms and holding his legs so he can't fight back. You're nothing but a cowardly bully" said Georg his blue eyes starting to turn as dark as a night sky.

The gathered kids started laughing at the bully, and calling him a yellow belly.

"You wanna fight me bookworm? bet you don't even know how to make a fist." laughed the older boy.

"Try me yellow belly, and see who stands last." Spat out Sebastian.

Thanks to his TaiChi training he went with the right hand punch delivered by the bully, he let the punch connect and draw some blood from his lip. Sebastian smiled.

"You drew first blood, now I destroy you." he said as he went into his attack stance in Tai Chi.

That brough laughter form all the kids gathered around the combatants. The fight did not last long before the director stepped in. Sebastian had a swolen and partially bloody lip, the bully had one black eye in the making, his nose was broken, most of his upper body had bruises and he was missing two front teeth. Both boys earned a whipping, then were sent home with notes for their parents.

At home his mama and nanny fussed over his swolen lip and were proud of him for standing up to the bully. His father who was drunk as usual, gave him a spanking and a lecture at the top of his voice. The bully was the governors son, and due to pressure from the governors office, his parents were politely asked to find another school for their son. His grand and great-grand parents upon hearing of the incident became outraged and pulled all kinds of financial and political strings to have the governors son expelled from the school. Granma Drake being the editor and owner of the daily Boston Herald wrote scalding articles about the governor and his bully son.

Many children who had been intimidated and bullied by Tom came forward with their parents to tell their stories of how the school and governors office hushed any complaints about his son. The school director who himself was in hot water for covering up Tom's bullying, recommended a tutor for Sebastian saying that the boy was more advanced in his studies then children three or four years older then him. The bad publicity from the bully affair and many lawsuits filed by irrate parents in an election year cost the governor his bid for re-election and forced him into the poor house.

The tutor Mr. DuPont proved to be a great addition to the Morgan household, his knowledge was vast and he never tired of the countless questions the boy had for him. The man seemed to have knowledge beyond the times they were in, it was almost as if he knew the future. Seby was doing very well in his studies under the tutelage of Mr. McReady. School was over and it was now the begining of summer vacation.

His mama told him to go find Abel, their black house servant, and see if he had the packing done. Lil Seby looked everywhere and found him in the servants bath, near the stables. The bath house where the white folks bathed was behind the house with a much nicer tub, tiled floors and benches. When Seby walked in the bath place Abel was standing in the big tub soaping himself up and did not hear or see the boy enter the bath.

Now Seby was a wordly boy for only 6, he had seen a lot of niggers, boys and girls naked but they were all pickaninnies not grown up like Abel. The man had a very long, very fat and very black cock swinging between his legs with a huge nutsack underneath. Seby didn't know any of the words for those things, to him it was a peepee. He had seen JoJo naked since forever and always liked to look at him but never knew why, but now with this man standing there he just knew he had to see and know more. Then Abel saw him and had a big smile for the boy, all the servants loved lil Seby, he was so sweet and never mean to them even though at 6 he was still their master just like his papa.

"Lo there lil massa, what you doin out here?" asked Abel stroking his meat while soaping it.

"Mama wants ta know ifin you done packin up the stuff likeen she tole you to Mr Abel"? asks Seby his eyes glued to the mans peepee.

"Yessuh I shore is all done wit that stuff lil massa, you tell yo Mama so" replied the servant with a smile noticing where the boy was looking.

Thinking fast, not wanting to miss a chance to get close to this nude man Seby said.

"I tell her Mr Abel but she also said for you to give me a bath out here too. I run up to the house and tell her and come right back, don't leave now Mr Abel" Quick as a flash the boy was back in the bath, Abel was just sitting in the tub thinking how cute the lil white boy was. He had bred many a nigger wench and also had his share of nigger boys and bucks and not a few white boys too but never had he been with a boy like lil Seby.

"Well don't jus stan there boy get them things off you and git over here in the tub with Abel."

"Yesssir Mr Abel" Replied Seby as he quickly striped off his short pants and shirt, he was as he most always was barefoot.

Abel saw his tiny lil white willy, no more then an inch and half [4 cm] long, uncut as he himself was. Now in Africa it was the custom to cut the foreskin off of boys when they started to show signs of manhood, cockhair and such but Abel was born in america, right on the island plantation and that practice was banned by his masters. Abel's father had been a proud Watusi warrior and he taught him as many native customs as he could, including the Watusi Warrior secret way to help their cocks grow long and thick. Seby went to the tub and Abel reached down and lifted him up and in. The water only came to Abel's mid thighs but was almost up to Seby's chest.

"Lets get you all washed up now boy" Abel said as he began to wash the little white boy.

Lord his skin was so smooth and soft, Abel couldn't help himself and got a big hard-on. Almost 14 inches [35 cm] of thick nigger manhood, his cockhead showing out from under his generous foreskin. Seby felt something big and hard poke him in the belly which was under water and ask

"Whats that Mr Abel?"

"I's sorry lil massa, thats be Abels cock."

"Cock?, whats a cock Mr Abel" asks the curious boy.

With a laugh Able said "Whys that whats you call your peepee lil massa."

"Fack is, I feel yous got you a hard peepee too, whys that boy?"

"I think because of your big thing poking me in belly Mr Abel, I never seen one like yous got, its got hair around it and everything and your things under it are so big."

Taking a chance Abel asked "you like that lil massa?"

"Oh yes mr Abel I think its nice." replied the boy happily.

Abel was still washing the boy and he let his hand move between the tiny butt cheeks to wash out the little hole, he let the tip of his finger probe in to clean out any shit the boy may have missed when he last wiped himself.

"Oh oh that feels good Mr Abel what you doing?" asks Seby wiggling on the finger.

"I's jus cleaning your hole for you boy, you like that?"

"It feel funny, but kind of good when you do that." says the boy continuing to wiggle his behind.

Abel finished washing the boy but kept running his hands all over the small white body.

"You want to feel something else that feel good lil massa?" Abel asked with a catch in his voice.

"Whats that Mr Abel?"

With out answering Abel lifted the boy up and turned him around and began to wash the tigh boy hole with his long pink tongue while he fingered the boys hard little pricklet.

"Oh Mr Abel isn't that nasty?" squeals Seby.

"No boy, not ifn it feel good it ain't nasty at all" and with that he turned the boy and took his small cock and tiny balls in his mouth and sucked untill Seby began to jump and jerk in his arms saying,

"no Mr Abel I's goaan pee in your mouth , I gots to pee bad." moans Seby.

"That ain't pee boy you jus let it go" and with that Seby had the first dry orgasm of his young life.

When it was over and Abel had stepped out of the tub with the boy still in his arms Seby asked

"What was that Mr Abel, what happen to me."

"You jus took a step to being a man lil massa and someday you do that you shoot out the baby making seed."

Seby looked at him like he was crazy and said "What you mean, all that comes out of there is my pee."

"yesuh for now but when you reach a bit older age then you make seed and it come outta your pecker."

"Do you make that seed Mr Abel?"

Smiling Abel said " I shore do boy."

"Can I see you do that Mr. Abel?"

"You can do moren that boy you can help me, now you put your hand on my pecker and move it back and forth."

Seby finaly got to do what he wanted to since he first saw the nigger in the tub naked and without hesitation he put his little hand on the big cock, of course his fingers wouldn't go around the big dick.

"No boy like this" and Abel placed his hand over the boys and showed him how to milk his fat cock. Seby wasn't content with that and he moved his hand into the black kinky bush that Able had and ask if he would get a cock like that someday and have kinky hair there.

"Well boy sum day whens yous older you will get a bigger cock and hair but mos likely yo cock be smaller and yo hair be soft."

"Whys that Mr Abel?"

"Well boy it seems like niggers got bigger cocks and kinker hair then white folks do, spessaly Watusi Warriors."

"Then I want to be a nigger Watusi warrio Mr Abel"

"No boy I don't think you do but yo can play with Abels cock all yo wants to." By now Abel was stroking his cock hard and fast, "look boy here cums my seed boy watch it now, aaaaiiiieeeee" he cried as his cum flew all over young Seby. Seby jumped back but watched every drop fly from the big cock.

"Oh Mr Abel you think I can do that too?"

"Someday boy someday" and Abel took his hand and wiped some cum off Seby and put his finger to Seby's mouth.

"Lick this boy and see how good it taste." Seby did as he was told and licked the finger clean and when Abel got more on his hand Seby licked it all up.

"Yo like that lil massa?"

"Yessuh I do" replied Seby.

"Then why do'n you lick it from my cock?' Seby looked up at Abel to see if he meant he could really taste the big cock and when he saw Abel nod and smile he stuck out his lil tongue and lapped up the bit still on the semi-hard cock. As soon as his tongue hit Abel cockhead he began to get hard again and told Seby to suck him and put his mouth over the big cock.

"Yes boy thats it, lick and suck ole Abels cock, put you mouth on it boy and Abel give you a whole loit of his seed."

Of course Seby could barely get the head in his mouth but he did and sucked like it was his mama tit untill Abel told him to open up and shot another big load of cum into the boy's mouth. There was way more then he could swallow but he tried his best and then licked up all he missed.

"Did I do good Mr Abel." he ask the big colored man.

"Yo did fine lil man, jus fine."

"Mr Abel you remember when you did thet thing to my backside, can you do that sum more, that was fun?"

Well next to fucking a hot nigger wench or lil boy ass there was nothing Able like better then licking out a sweet boy hole but he decided to get the boy to realy like sex. So he laid the boy on the floor, started kissing, licking, nibling the boys tiny nips, he gave Sebys pits a long swipe with his tongue. Seby was moaning and trashing under the man.

"My backside, Mr. Abel, put yo tongue an finger in there, pleeeeeeeease Sir." moaned Seby.

Abel buried his face in the boys ass and licked away, he slid one finger in to the first knuckle. It was enought that Seby had his second ever dry orgasam. While the boy calmed down Abel continued fingering the boy's hole and Seby told him how much he liked that and Abel told him someday he would do something he would like even more.

"Whats that suh?" the ever polite boy said.

"I put my big pecker in there and corn hole yo lil boy hole" Abel told him. "You like my tongue and finger in you so much yo goanna love my cock in you."

"Teach me bout corn holin now Mr. Abel, Pleeeease, teach me now."

"No boy if I do it now you be hurt bad and then ole Abel be in big trouble, you papa either kill me or send me back souf an sell me, then we never be able to do these thing again, we wait till you a lil bigger, then ole Abel corn hole you proper. But now I gots to get you cleaned up again or your mama wonder what you do down here so long. Yo don't tell nobody what we do here no you hear me boy cause I be in a heap of trouble if you tell anybody, you promise me now."

"I promise Mr Abel I won't tell if you promise to do those thing to me again and let me play with yo big pecker and then put it in my hole for me."

"Mr. Abel yo say Watusi warrio have bigger cocks, why that?"

"Dat be cause, theys have secret way to beat they cocks to make em longer n thicker, my papa showed me when I is a boy."

"Will yo show me how Mr. Abel? Please, please, I'll suck yo cock an this time leave in my mouth when yo make ur seed, I wanna swallow all of it." pleads Seby and gives Mr. Abel his best lil puppy dog eyes.

Abel can't resist the boys plea, so he sits the boy on his lap, his hardening cock, wedged in the white butt crack and slowly shows Seby what his papa taught him, he does it for a time then has the boy do it to see if he learned it. Seby is very smart and learns quickly. Abel stops Seby before he has another orgasm, lays down on the floor and has Seby lay on top of him, with the boys head above his hard warrior dick. Tells Seby to start sucking, while he uses his tongue and then a finger to fuck his white boy. After each of them have another mind blowing orgasm, Abel cleans Seby up with a cloth and sends him home.

Seby races back home with only his undies on, jumps in his bed and starts to pump his willy the way he just learned from Mr. Abel, hoping that his willy will get as big as Mr. Abel's someday, he thinks about his big bro Jojo, wonders if has hairs round his pecker, does he make seed yet, and what will it taste like. He bets that Jojo's seed will taste lots better then Mr. Abel's. Maybe he can have Jojo corn hole him that'd be nice, he falls asleep dreaming of all the fun he will have on the island with Jojo and the other lil nigger boys they play with.