Date: Fri, 20 Nov 2015 23:32:16 +0000 (UTC) From: Puer Amore Subject: Chap 37 of Tornado Warning is attached TORNADO WARNING PT 37 By Barry pueresamo@yahoo.com Disclaimer: This work is one of fiction. Any resemblance of persons or places mentioned in this story to actual persons or places is only slightly more than coincidence. Readers of this story should be familiar with my story: Forgive me, Jody, as particulars from that story are recounted here. ------------------------- All Rights Reserved ------------------------------ ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: Many thanks to my dear friend Darryl for his efforts to proofread and edit my work. His efforts are invaluable. Notes to my readers: Among the many FAQs that I have received, are some that I should answer: 1. Yes, all my stories are based upon real events and real persons in my life over many years, even decades. 2. 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If you are inclined to be supportive of all who are released by NIFTY.ORG, please make any contributions as you might wish to NIFTY.ORG THANKS!!! When I was confident that Tucker's crying was over, I suggested: "Let's let the others know the good news." "That's a great idea Barry." Let me speak first. "As you wish, sweet boy." I said. Tucker hastened to the anteroom and out the door to poolside. By now, everyone was there. Hunter and Kyle had concluded their interlude and were sitting at the edge of the pool with their feet dangling into the water. Tucker burst through the door and proclaimed: "It's official guys! I'm done with my scumbag father!" Everyone broke into applause but also laughter. This puzzled Tucker. "Travis will explain to you, Tucker, what a scumbag really is. There is such a thing you know." I promised. In the meantime, everyone rushed to Tucker and exchanged hugs and kisses. They welcomed Tucker to our fold enthusiastically. Out of the corner of my eye, I observed that Cam was looking down and had a sad expression on his precious face. While all the hugging and kissing was going on I moved to Cam and lifted his face to look me in the eye. Tears began to run down his cheeks. I kissed them away. "Why can't I be one of the group, Barry?" He sobbed. "You are, sweet boy. You don't have an abusive family to escape from as Tucker does, so it's only fair that be become one of us a little sooner, but we won't forget you. At some point, we'll fight for you, too." I said. Cam hugged me tightly, but continued sob in my arms. "My folks don't give a shit about me, Barry. Pop can tell you that." Cam asserted. "Pop has told me that, sweet boy. That's why he gave me temporary custody of you. In time, I bet that will become permanent?. You'll see." I reassured him. Danny noticed my exchange with Cam and nodded at me to tend to him. I took cam into my embrace and led him to my chair where he sat upon my lap. "Is it okay, Barry? This is usually Danny's place." He asked. "This place is for anyone of us who needs it to be, sweet boy." I responded. He leaned against my breast and placed his cheek on my upper chest. I stroked his hair and made him feel at ease. Now my semi-erect penis was happily parked in Cam's butt-crack. "That feels good, Barry. Leave it there, okay?" Cam asked. "Okay, sweetheart. It feels good to me as well. Thank you." I said. "OKAY everyone, Travis is going to explain for the umteenth time what a scumbag is in reality, especially since Tucker doesn't know." David announced. Travis stood so all could hear; "A Scum Bag is part of a commercial swimming pool's filtration system. In residential pools there is a skimmer, like the one on this pool. See it over there! It has a flap that opens and closes with the wave action of the surface water. It is connected to an intake pipe which causes a gentle flow of water at the surface of the pool water into the skimmer. Its purpose is to skim and trap saliva, snot, and other such nasty stuff that floats to the top of the pool. It then directs that nasty stuff to the D.E. filter where it is removed and captured till the filter is flushed down the gutter." "Is that where the cum goes if you shoot off in the pool?" Tucker asked. "No, cum is heavier than water, so it sinks to the bottom of the pool where it, usually, gets caught up in the vortex crated by the main drain at the bottom of the pool." Travis explained. "Then, it also gets directed to the D.E. filter and trapped as well." He concluded. Travis went on: "In a large commercial pool, the filtration system is a bit different. A simple skimmer such as the one we have here is totally inadequate so the design of the pool includes a dam or scum gutter around the entire perimeter of the pool. Water runs across that scum gutter and is sucked into a pipe or pipes which carry that water, with all its snot, saliva and the like to a holding sump where, as the sump fills up, a pump is triggered to empty the sump into the main filter. Prior to that the nasty stuff if strained through a collection bag, called, as you might have guessed, a SCUMBAG. So, the term Scumbag is not a flattering description when applied to a person. This included Tucker's Dad." Everyone, especially Tucker, laughed uproariously. Tucker interjected: "That's my Dad?full of nasty stuff!" He continued: "I can't tell you guys how relieved I am to be rid of him. ..AND how glad I am that you, all of you, have accepted me. You've made me so very happy. I won't let you down, you'll see." Tucker teared-up to start crying again. As the tears welled up in his eyes, everyone rushed to him to console him. Hugs and kisses were plentiful. Hunter and Kyle followed suit and told Tucker how lucky he was to be one of our family. "You guys have something very special and gloriously unique here, Tucker. I know Barry and all the guys will make you feel it too." "Thanks, guys, I can't tell you how very happy I am to be part of this group?it's the first time I have felt like I have an actual family. It's WONDERFUL!" "We are both envious of you, Tucker. We wish we had met Barry years ago." "I understand." Tucker replied. "We may be envious of you in one other respect, too." Kyle suggested "What's that?" Tucker asked. "Will it embarrass you if I speak bluntly, Tucker?" Kyle asked. "No, go ahead." Tucker replied. "Well?I'm jealous?.. that is?I'm jealous of that big dick you sport." Kyle confessed Tucker lifted his penis for the guys to get a better look. Tucker smiled and said: "It's about the only genetic gift I got from my DNA, I suppose." "Did your Dad have a big dick?" Kyle asked. "Oh, Hell NO!?.he has a small dick?really small. I don't know how he managed to make me with it!" Tucker retorted with a chuckle. Kyle jumped in: "Don't short-change yourself, Tucker. Your DNA gifted you with a lot more than that big dick. You are very beautiful, you have a great physique, and you are very bright? coupled with an endearing sensitivity. You are quite the specimen, physically and in your soul, dear Tucker. We are both delighted to have met you." Everyone, who had been listening to this exchange, applauded at the observation of Kyle. Tucker paused briefly, then replied: "Well, don't make it sound like we won't see each other again. I know we all want you and Hunter to be regular visitors?. Okay?" Kyle smiled widely and exclaimed: "Thank You very much. We'll try not to wear out our welcome." Applause once again erupted from the group. Kyle looked about to see the smiling faces of all and proclaimed: "Thank you, all of you. It's an honor to feel welcomed by you, each and all." Kyle was standing there as we all watched him begin to produce an erection. "Guess your refractory period is coming to and end, Kyle!" David called out to him. "Refractory Period?" Kyle asked. David explained: "Sure, it's a normal physiological response. Once you've had an orgasm and ejaculation, you experience a refractory period??your body won't allow you to get a hard-on for a period of time thereafter?..that's called a refractory period." Kyle responded: "I guess I always knew it happens that way, but I didn't know it had an actual name." He looked at Hunter and said: "How bout you, baby? Think we could make a go of it again?" Hunter nodded and slowly -jacked his penis to demonstrate that he was ready to produce an erection, as well. Hunter looked out over the crowd and said: "Okay, guys, we want to do the anal thing. We've never done it before, so will you guys sort of coach us along? Give us pointers, please." Everyone nodded in response. Danny took the lead. He spread a large beach-sized towel on the grass next to the kool deck for the two of them to stretch out on. They got the picture and moved to be next to Danny. Hunter turned and proclaimed: "Danny seems to know all about this, huh?" Everyone chuckled. I replied. "Well, we used to be a pretty-much oral-only group till Danny joined us. Now we do either or both with each other as called upon!" Hunter nodded and turned back to follow instructions from Danny. "Do you have a favorite position, Hunter?" Danny asked. "I've never even thought about it, Danny. What do you recommend?" He answered. "Well, the most common position is the heels to Heaven position, I suppose." Danny responded. "Heels to Heaven?" Kyle injected. "Yeah. It's where the bottom guy is flat on his back, and raises his heels to rest on the shoulders on the guy on the top, while the top guy fucks the bottom guy from between the bottom guy's legs." Danny explained. "Sounds reasonable?. it's like the missionary position only the anus gets penetrated rather than the pussy, huh?" Kyle observed. "Right. You'll need some lube, you know." Danny added. "Okay? do you have some?" Hunter asked. "Of course, I'll get it for you." Danny replied. While Danny went to get the lube, the rest watched. The scene was getting everyone aroused, and all were sporting each his own erection. The phone rang. I reached over to pick it up. It was Roberto. "Hi Roberto, haven't heard from you in a long while. How are you. Uh Huh? what's going on? Well you wouldn't believe it?actually I guess you would. Danny's teaching some new friends how to have anal sex. It's hot as Hell to watch." I said. Roberto explained that they had had a large party to order a huge number of pizzas there where he works, only to cancel at the last minute. Tony, the owner of the pizzeria and long time friend of ours, asked Roberto to drop them at our house on his way home. "Tell Tony we thank him very much. We'll put them to good use. You can get in a good swim while you're here and meet our new friends." I suggested. "I'll be there as soon as I help Tony close up." Roberto said. "Come to the back gate, Roberto. There may be no one in the house to hear you ring the bell." I said. "Got it, Barry. See Ya." I returned the handset to its cradle. Danny had returned with the lube and was showing Kyle and Hunter how to apply it. It was very erotic to watch Hunter make his penis glisten in the night-lights of the pool due to the lube. "OOOOOOOOOH GOD!" Hunter exclaimed slowly as he slid his penis into Kyle's eager anus. "I never knew anything could feel this wonderful! It's miraculous." Hunter exclaimed as his penis bottomed out in Kyle's rectum." Kyle was grimacing, being unaccustomed to the intrusion into his person. He soon became comfortable with having a hard and throbbing penis inside him. "I love you, Hunter. I give you myself. I want you inside me. I want you to cum in me, please." Kyle proclaimed. "I will, my love? then I want you to bless me with the same." Hunter said. Tucker walked past me and Cam to take a seat next to us. As he did, he pointed at Cam so I would look. Cam had fallen sound asleep on my lap, his cheek resting on my breast. "Towel" I whispered to Tucker. He retrieved a beach towel from the towel rack and draped it over Cam and me so we would stay warm. I watched Cam sleep. It was so very touching. How he could sleep with the fucking going on a matter of a few yards from us, I don't know. He was asleep in my arms in much the same way that Danny had always slept on my lap. It was so sweet. Tucker leaned over to me and whispered: "He really loves you, Barry. All the guys love you. I've never seen anything like it?. You know what?. I love you, too." "Tucker; what we have here is something precious and unique. We all love each other beyond words?now you are part of that. I'm so very glad for that. I love you, too, Tucker." I asserted. "Me, too, Barry. I never dreamed I would ever be part of something like this. This is the happiest I've ever been." Tucker replied as he leaned in to kiss my cheek. "You are very sweet, Tucker. I'm sure glad we got you away from your abusive father. You're home now, you needn't worry about it." I assured him. "I'll earn my keep, Barry." He declared. "Well, first things first, sweetheart. We need to get you into school." I said. "Then, I want to get a job, too. I want to help with expenses." Tucker observed. "We'll see if you have time for a part time job, once you have settled into school. I know you have a culinary streak, as does David. Perhaps you can work for our friend Trey after school. David did that for years. That is where he learned to cook as he does." I said. "COOL!" Tucker exclaimed. "Be patient, sweet boy. It will all work out." I assured him. Just then, Hunter's eyes seemed to roll back in his head as he groaned his way through what must have been one Hell of an orgasm. I thought he might pass out. It really scared me. I had never seen anyone's eyes react in such a manner to an orgasm. Now it was Kyle's turn. Kyle and Hunter swapped positions. As his lubed-up penis slipped into Kyle's happy anus, the thrill was so intense that he called to Jehovah loudly. That was a first for all us watching. Guess we had never anticipated watching two JWs enjoying gay sex. Unlike Hunter's earlier technique at anal sex, wherein his thrusting was slow and deliberate, Kyle's thrusting was frantic and sloppy. He was like a horny rabbit. I was trying NOT to smile or to laugh at the sight. I looked over at David who had not succeeded at the effort and was chuckling under his breath. The others were equally amused. He reached his orgasm quickly and shouted: "I LOVE YOU, HUNTER!" as his orgasm proceeded. When his orgasm subsided, he fell directly onto Hunter such that they were in full contact. Kyle's penis was nearly all the way out of Hunter's anus as they resorted to a protracted kissing event. As Kyle's penis popped out of Hunter, his cum began to gush forward from Hunter's anus. It was hot as Hell to see? so much so that the guys applauded the sight. The applause half-awakened Cam whose legs kicked a bit in reflex. He was instantly back to sleep in my arms. I looked at his cherubic face and form and thought to myself: How could anyone know this boy and not love him? how could his parents not care for him and not be concerned for his welfare. It boggles the mind. I kissed him gently on his forehead, not wishing to awaken him. I whispered to him: "I love you, Cam. Sleep tight." Hunter and Kyle rolled to their sides and continued their kissing-fest. I heard Roberto's delivery car pull into the driveway. I motioned to Travis to open the gate and help him with the spoils, as it were. He did so. Soon, Roberto and Travis were standing there with stacks of pizza boxes in their respective arms. Quickly, they moved to set the pizzas on the buffet table, still set up from dinner. Fortunately, the boys had earlier placed the dinner leftovers in the fridge in the kitchen. So, there was no conflict over the notion we now had semi-fresh pizza to devour before bedtime?. As unwise as that might prove to be as the evening dragged on. Roberto quickly disrobed and was naked, feeling at home with the rest of us. He placed his clothing on the table next to Cam and me. He introduced himself to Tucker and acknowledged Cam, though, seeing Cam was asleep, he didn't disturb him. When Roberto made the rounds to say hi to the others, Tucker softly said to me: "Hell's Bells, Barry, he's not cut!" "No he is not circumcised, Tucker, but his hygiene habits are proper and he keeps himself as clean as anybody." I said in response. "I don't like uncut dicks, Barry, I think they are ugly." Tucker said. "Well, Tucker, there won't be too many Mexicans that you will find attractive, I'm afraid. Circumcision is not a common practice in the Hispanic community." I suggested. "Why?" Tucker inquired "I don't really know, and I'm not suggesting that to be universally true, still, the many Mexican or Latino guys I've known over the years have, none of them, been circumcised.. Perhaps we can ask Roberto why that might be the case." I concluded. "I don't want to embarrass him." Tucker suggested. "It won't. He'll be candid about it, I'm sure." I said. After he made the rounds, Roberto came and sat in front of me on a lawn chair he had dragged there. He looked at me and smiled sweetly: "It's good to see you, Barry, along with all the guys. You all seem to be well and happy. Good for you!" he started our conversation. "It's good to see you as well, Roberto. I trust our friend Tony is treating you well." I asked. "Yeah, he sure is. He's a nice guy for a 'Gringo'" Roberto smiled and winked in jest. "Yeah, he really is." I affirmed. "Can I ask him?" Tucker interjected. "Ask me what?" Roberto said. "Why you're not cut?" Tucker asked. "Does it gross you out?" Roberto asked. "Well???" Tucker went on "In our culture, circumcision is considered a form of mutilation. Most do not circumcise their baby boys. It's just a cultural thing." Roberto unabashedly explained. "Oh." Tucker said. "I'm sorry if it grosses you out?I keep everything very clean and I have no diseases, so it's just a matter of appearance." Roberto explained. "I'm glad to hear that, Roberto, cause the guys I knew back in Florida who were uncut would get this really nasty stuff under their?.whatchacallit?foreskin that was very very nasty and smelly. I couldn't get close to them?they could smell up an entire room." Tucker explained. I interjected: "That nasty stuff, Tucker, is smegma. It is, as you describe, very nasty and smelly." "You won't have to worry about that with me, Tucker, I keep myself very clean. I can't say as much for most Mexicans or even for my brothers?. But I keep myself very clean." Roberto assured Tucker. I jumped into the conversation: "How is your brother, Roberto?" "Which one?" He responded. "The only other one I know?Armando." I said. "Oh, he's still wild and militant, Barry. He's a piece of work." Roberto commented. "Why's that?" Tucker asked. "Oh?well, he's one of those who has taken his lead from our grandparents, even before our family relocated to Texas." "I don't know what that means." Tucker queried. "Well, Tucker, I'm embarrassed to admit that there is a large number of Mexican Americans who were taught from childhood to hate the United States. Armando is among their number. My parents aren't the source of that hatred, my grandparents are. They have taught their grandchildren to hate the U.S.A. passionately. I don't buy into their crap. As a result I am NOT their favorite grandson." Roberto began "Why do they hate the United States?" Tucker asked "It's an ancient hatred, Tucker. It goes all the way back to the 19th century." Roberto said Tucker interrupted: "All the way back to the 1800s?" Tucker queried. "Exactly." Roberto answered. "I don't get it?.what happened then that they still hate the U.S.A. for still?" Tucker asked. "Well, have you studied about the ALAMO?" Roberto suggested. "Of Course!" Tucker answered. "They're still pissed off about the ALAMO?but they won at the ALAMO." Tucker puzzled. "Their victory was short-lived, Tucker. Yes Santa Anna led his 3,000 or so troops to victory at the ALAMO, killing all its defenders, including Davey Crockett, Jim Bowie, and many more,,, killed them all. But this so inflamed the "Texians" as they were then called, that shortly thereafter Santa Anna and his army was intercepted at the Battle of SAN JACINTO. This Time, Santa Anna got his ass kicked BIG TIME. The result was that the territory we now know as Texas was lost to Mexico and became its own sovereign Nation? THE REPUBLIC OF TEXAS. Mexico and many Mexicans have never stopped smarting over this loss." He went on: "My grandparents say there should be no such thing as Texas. The land was "Stolen" from Mexico and should be returned to Mexico. This is why they feel no guilt in moving here, even illegally, they feel the land really belongs to Mexico. Any gain they experience here, be it welfare or other handouts is a form of reparations.." Roberto explained. "That's CRAZY!" Tucker exclaimed. "Not to them, Tucker." Roberto asserted. "Then there was the Mexican-American war??" Roberto continued "What about it?" Tucker inquired. "Actually, Barry is a better student of history than I in that matter. Perhaps he can illuminate us." Tucker turned his gaze to me for an explanation, I began: "Well, Mexico lost that war, Tucker, and it cost them a vast amount of territory." "Really?" Tucker asked. "Yes? the war was officially ended with the signing of the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo. It was named for the village in which it was signed.." Mexico lost a huge portion of its territory to the U.S. in the terms of that treaty. "Like what?" Tucker, now very much interested in the topic, asked. I asked Tucker to grab one of my reference books from the house and return with it. He did as I had asked. I opened the book to the salient pages and showed him: The Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo, signed on February 2, 1848, ended the Mexican-American War in favor of the United States. The war had begun almost two years earlier, in May 1846, over a territorial dispute involving Texas. The treaty added an additional 525,000 square miles to United States territory, including the land that makes up all or parts of present-day Arizona, California, Colorado, Nevada, New Mexico, Utah and Wyoming. Mexico also gave up all claims to Texas and recognized the Rio Grande as America's southern boundary. "So, you see, Tucker, Mexico has never stopped smarting over this loss of all this sovereign territory. There is an actual militant movement to retake all this territory and return it to Mexico. It's called The Mexican Reconquista. It is taken very seriously by the Hispanic community in many areas of the U.S.A. This is why you see Hispanic children in California schools take down the U.S. flag and replace it with the Mexican flag. They feel California has already been retaken and consider it, de facto, a part of Mexico." "Holy CRAP! I didn't know any of that." Tucker confessed. "You must be a product of the American educational system, Tucker, they don't teach any of that. When they do, they do so in favor of Reconquista." Roberto explained. Roberto continued: "By the way, Most Mexicans don't like the term Hispanic. It's an invention of the U.S. government for the census. It refers to the notion that Mexicans are a bastard race spawned by Cortez and his badly misbehaved Conquistadors. Thus conveying a Spanish identity to Mexican Indians springing from the Mayan or Aztec Indians. They even refer to the languages spoken in Mexico and transplanted to the U.S.A. as Spanish. Actually, there are 7 dialects spoken in Mexico? none of them are genuine Spanish." I editorialized: "My friend Leticia or Letty is from Spain. She becomes livid when someone refers to Mexicans as speaking Spanish. She insists that if you could transport any Mexican to Spain, no one would know what the Hell they were saying." "It's true." Roberto agreed. " It's NOT Spanish?" Tucker asked "No, it's not. We Mexicans are embarrassed to admit it, cause most people have come to think of it as genuine Spanish, but it's really a dialect. And, there are at least 7 or 8 different dialects at play. Sometimes you can encounter people even from different area of Mexico?..and they can't understand each other." Roberto confirmed. "I hate to confess that most of this Illegal Immigration is a fraud. Even in the case of my own family. I was born in the U.S. to serve as the family "anchor baby". Do you know what that is, Tucker?" Roberto asked. "I've heard the term, but, no, I don't really know what it is." Tucker admitted. "Explain it, Barry. You understand it as good as any attorney." Roberto suggested. Before I could get started, Cam spoke softly: "I smell pizza." "You sure do, sweetheart. There are a number of boxes over there on the buffet table. Do you want some?" I said. "Yeah, I can get it." He responded. He rose to go to the table. As he did my happy penis was gently peeled from his butt-crack. I said: "Before you walk over there, I want you to meet Roberto. It is he who brought all the pizza." Cam turned and shook Roberto's hand, saying: "Good to meet you, Roberto?. Thanks for the pizza." Roberto responded: "Good to meet you, as well?. And you're welcome." I turned back to Tucker to begin the explanation Roberto had asked me to provide. "Well, it's difficult to know where to begin, Tucker." "How about at the beginning." Tucker said with a grin. "Well just how it came to be that Immigrants began to exploit the birthright citizenship provisions of our government policies to create anchor babies takes us all the way back to 1965, President Lyndon Johnson and his "GREAT SOCIETY". I started. "Okay? start there." Tucker said. "Okay, Tucker. We could be here for a while. Is that what you want?" I said. "Sure, why not?" Tucker said. "Well, earlier in 1963, President John F. Kennedy was assassinated here in Dallas. It was a national tragedy and a national trauma. The Democrats. Sadly, used that horrific event to convince the American public that there were certain unattained goals that Kennedy espoused that he never got to bring to fruition. Among these, was a giant leap in U.S. government Largesse referred to as The Great Society. It was a huge welfare program that changed our country forever. In fact, Kennedy never spoke to or embraced the notion at all. It was sold to the American public, nevertheless, as something Kennedy wanted before his tragic death. It was a lie from the get go. In 1965, the bill that created the so called GREAT SOCIETY was passed and put into effect. It effected all Americans, regardless of financial condition or anything else. One need only to be an American citizen to be eligible for these welfare benefits. In 1966, as a side note, a couple of sociologists, Cloward and Piven posited a theory that this welfare program could be exploited to bring down the U.S. government and American society in general. Their despicable notion was that since any citizen was eligible for these limitless benefits, one need only overwhelm that system with numbers so great that it collapses under its own weight. The resulting chaos and anarchy on the population will cause the U.S. government to collapse completely bringing on the rise of a Socialist or even Communist government. Thousands of people from other countries began fleeing to the U.S. to give birth to their babies, such that the babies will be granted U.S. citizenship by birthright. Then, since the babies are minors, their parents get to exercise their rights as a citizen. Thus the parents could lay claim to all the GREAT SOCIETY benefits in the name of the babies. Of course, the benefits were spent by the parents and NOT necessarily on the baby. The U.S. government has been borrowing money ever since to prop up this welfare plan, from the Chinese, Japanese, and other such that the government, and de facto, we citizens are in debt to the tune of Trillions of Dollars.' "Trillions, Barry, I don't even know how much that is." Tucker injected. "Well, my dear Tucker, a Trillion Dollars is a thousand Billion dollars. Can you even imagine that much money?" I clarified. "Not really, Barry. Does that much money even exist? Tucker asked. "Well, dear boy, if we keep borrowing money at that rate, just servicing the interest on the total debt will become a number greater than the entire GDP of the U.S?..that is where we are headed." I explained. "GDP? Tucker asked. "Yes, it suggests that the entire economy of the United Sates would be absorbed just to service on the interest on our National debt, with nothing else left over for other purposes. I know this is all new to you, Tucker, but it is vitally important to know that, in short, Our Country is financially in deep crap." I said. "That is very depressing, Barry. I had no idea." "All because of the GREAT SOCIETY?" Tucker asked, trying to understand. "Well, to make matters worse, we had two additional disasters happen under Bill Clinton, Tucker. He succeeded in passing into law two bills that were intended to put the Democrats in power in perpetuity. That means forever, Tucker." "Forever?" Tucker asked. "Yes, forever. It hasn't turned out to be the case, as yet, but we're headed that way." "How?" Tucker asked. "Well, for starters, all the enormous welfare benefits are promoted by the Democrats and they push all the millions of people who receive those benefits to vote Democrat to keep all that government gravy coming down the trough. They tell the voters that the gravy will stop if they vote for the Republicans. It's a lie, of course, but it sells. That's where it starts." "Let me say at the start that I have no great love for the Republicans, either. They have contributed by both commission and omission to this untenable debt. I wouldn't want to see them in power in perpetuity, either. I think it unwise that we putt either Party in permanent power." "What did Clinton do?" Tucker asked. "In 1993, Clinton passed two laws that were designed to maximize the number of Democrats who could then vote accordingly. "The Family Reunification Act" and "Motor Voter Act." The Motor Voter Act was to automatically register all who gained a valid drivers license to automatically be registered to vote. The assumption was that the vast majority of these would vote Democrat. That has largely been true. "The Family Reunification Act" facilitates what has come to be called "chain migration". Tucker interrupted: Chain Migration? "Right. This is where the "anchor baby" designation came into use." I explained. "I don't get it, Barry. Better explain that one." Tucker suggested. "Well, under the Family Reunification Act, any American citizen displaced from his family, who may reside in some other country, can petition the US government to permit his extended family members to be brought to the U.S. legally for the sake of reunifying the family. So? when a foreigner runs into the U.S., which happens daily by the thousands, and gives birth to a baby, the baby is considered a U.S. citizen. Since the baby is a minor the parents get to speak on his behalf. The first thing they do is file a petition under The Family Reunification Act to bring the remainder of the family into this country. There is tremendous financial benefit available to all involved. It's like standing on the Mexican side of the border and tossing an anchor connected to a long chain over the border such that the anchor lands in the U.S.. Then that baby serves as an anchor to pull the entire family into the U.S. where all can receive benefits That's where the term anchor baby originates." I explained. "You're kidding, right?" Tucker chuckled. "Not at all. It's tearing our Nation apart." I asserted. "Do they get a lot of welfare?" Tucker asked "Not just welfare, Tucker. Do you want to hear the entire list of benefits they claim and for which the U.S. taxpayer must pay?" I asked. "Sure!" Tucker requested. "Okay, here goes." Temporary assistance for Needy Families Medicaid Food Stamps Supplemental "Security" Income Social Security Disability Insurance Administrative Developmental Disabilities (ADD) Child Care and Development Fund Independent Living Program Low Income Housing Energy Assistance Postsecondary Education Grants Refugee Assistance Program Title IV Foster Care Title XX Social Services Block Grant Fund "ALL THAT?" Tucker asked, mystified at the list "If they claim refugee status, which they usually do, Tucker. They are eligible for all that, thanks to a single anchor baby. AMAZING isn't it." Roberto was nodding the whole time to validate all I had said. I concluded with: "Cloward & Piven must be laughing their respective butts off at the stupidity of the U.S.A." "I must admit, Barry, I'm embarrassed, as I said earlier, that my own family has exploited the immigration and the welfare policies of the U.S.A. I consider myself an American, not a Mexican-American. After all, I was born here, even if it was for the purpose of acting as my family's anchor baby." "I, too, reject the notion of hyphenated Americanism. Either you are an American or you are not. To resort to an imperfect analogy? when a Baptist, for example, converts to Catholicism he is not thought of as a Baptist-Catholic. He is now a Catholic. It doesn't mean he must divorce himself or reject his real life history, rather to embrace his new future." I said. "Mexicans are not taught to think that way, Barry. They are taught to consider themselves displaced Mexicans waiting on the Reconquista to be completed. That's not universally true, of course, but it's true for many many Mexican transplants." Roberto countered. "I know, Roberto. I think it is counter-productive for them and for the Nation as a whole." I insisted Cam returned and positioned my penis in its proper place for him to sit on my lap, as before. As he sat down, I felt my happy penis resume its earlier position in Cam's butt-crack. It felt so damned good. I asked Roberto to hand me the beach towel which had fallen to the deck as Cam arose earlier. He did so. Before I placed it over Cam and myself, I spoke to Roberto: "Isn't he beautiful?" "I guess so, for a white boy, Barry. I bet when his summertime tan wears off he'll be totally pink, won't he." Roberto observed. "Perhaps, Roberto, I guess time will tell. Fall is upon us. What difference does it make?" I said. "Nothing personal, guys, I'm just not attracted to white guys. I like fellow Latino guys." Roberto confessed. "He went on: I try to stay within my race?"LA RAZA" after all". Roberto chanted. "LA RAZA" Cam inquired. "Yes it's a very racist name for an equally racist organization. It means "THE race". I said. "Oh." Cam responded. "Everyone is racist to one degree or another, Barry. Look at your group here, Barry. It's all white, isn't it?" Roberto teased. "By chance, Roberto, not by choice. We'd gladly accept you into our midst. I thought you understood that, Roberto." I challenged. "Barry, I've known you for many years. I know there's not a racist bone in your body. You're one of the few white people I've ever known who isn't a racist." Roberto declared. "Roberto, I've known far more Mexicans who are racist and more so than any white person I know. I'll bet you know that to be true" Roberto blushed and nodded his head in agreement. "Don't worry, Barry, I'm not going to fire the magic bullet at you." Roberto smiled. "Magic Bullet? Cam asked. Roberto looked directly at Cam and said: "Yes, Cam, magic bullet. The magic bullet is the term RACIST. When we call someone that term it is considered firing the magic bullet. It typically puts a stop to any debate or even civil discussion on issues of race or ethnicity. It has never worked on Barry. He is beyond the rhetoric, He doesn't fall for it. He continues to speak his mind. I learned that long ago." I interjected: "I flatter myself that I am NOT a Racist. I flatter myself, as well, that I am NOT a CHUMP." Roberto jumped in: "I respect that in Barry. It's part of why I'm so fond of him. He also got me hooked up with Tony who has been a damned good employer. Barry has been a loyal friend and advocate" "I love him, too!" Cam affirmed. "Roberto, I worry about you from time to time. You once told me that if your older brother Armando ever figures out that you are gay, he and his friends would kill you, literally. Has Armando developed any inkling?" I asked, candidly. "I think he has his suspicions, since I have no girlfriend and don't hang with them." Roberto advised. He went on: "Homosexuality is a major NO-NO in the Mexican community. Even more so than in the white or other communities. Mexican males are all about Machismo. To be gay is absolutely anathema. Few tears would fall for me should I be killed for being a faggot." "Sounds like a perilous existence, Roberto." I observed. "It is, Barry?you have no idea." He responded. "Still, the same guys think it's acceptable to rip-off the U.S. taxpayer with all their welfare fraud." I suggested. "Sure, like I said, they see nothing wrong with it. They feel they have a claim on all the money and other benefits they can gain from the U.S. government. After all they feel the U.S. stole all of what is now the American Southwest from Mexico?.. so the U.S. owes it to them." Roberto reaffirmed. He continued: "Even I don't agree with that argument?. it's just an excuse to commit fraud. That's not the worst of it, either. In addition to working for legitimate wages under their own names, they collect welfare benefits under their real names and each collect welfare benefits under several additional aliases. They make out like bandits." "They ARE bandits, Roberto." I stated. He just grinned. Roberto looked at Cam and asked: "Should I fire the magic bullet, Cam?" Cam chuckled and said: "Don't waste your time, Roberto." "You're right, Cam. I won't bother." Roberto said. I kissed Cam on his precious cheek and asked: "Did you get your fill of pizza, sweetheart?" "Sure did, it was good." Cam and I were, once again, covered with the beach towel. Cam cuddled up in my arms as before. His warm breath on my breast was a small taste of Heaven. As he dozed and fell asleep in my arms, Roberto whispered to me: "Okay, Barry, I admit it, he really is beautiful?.even if he's pink underneath all that tan." Roberto winked at me to indicate he acknowledged Cam's ultimate beauty. "Guess I'm not very "liberal" when it come to being attracted to those in my own race, huh?" Roberto observed. "Well, those who claim themselves to be liberal have done tremendous violence to the term, actually, Roberto." I injected. "What do you mean?" He responded. "Well, the term "LIBERAL" has, at its root, the Latin word LIBER, correctly pronounced as Lee-Bear. It is a Latin word that has two distinct meanings; Liber can mean "Book" as in Library Liber can mean "Freedom" as in Liberty. There are some who claim that the two meanings are tied together in the sense that? "the truth will make you free" and the truth is found in books. I think this connection is bullcrap. Anyway, in its early usage, the term liberal connoted the notion of maintaining an open mind,,,, a laudable goal. In its more recent usage, the term has come to mean "anything goes". This is not such a laudable goal. I try always to be prepared to embrace change, but only when I'm convinced that the proposed change is for the better." I looked at Roberto and said: "Don't be too apologetic for not being so liberal on certain issues. It is sometimes wise to reject the so-called liberal view." "Should I prefer to be a progressive?" Roberto suggested. "NO!?.. Progressive is just a term adopted by liberals after they had so besmirched the term liberal that no one wanted to be called by it any longer. I frequently tell my "Progressive" friends: 'Left unchecked, Cancer makes progress, too.' I said "What should I be, then, Barry?" He asked. "You should be a CRITICAL THINKER, my dear Roberto. Think for yourself at all times. Sometimes you will align on one side of an issue and, at other times, with the other. In every case, try to make sure you are armed with all sides of the argument, armed, as well, with the facts as they can be known, and make your own decisions. Don't follow the pack?think for yourself. Don't embrace change for change's sake" I instructed. Roberto nodded and smiled at me with that wide and beautiful smile of his. At this point, Hunter and Kyle approached. "Barry, we both want to thank you enormously for all you have done for us both. We learned more from you in one day than we have cumulatively in our lives. We are entering into a new phase of our relationship and the love that is alive there. I hope we'll get to visit many times more in the coming days, but the two of us are tired and will leave now to get home and to bed. We'll both probably be in trouble for being out so late as it is." "I understand. I don't want you to be in trouble. Know you are welcome here as we consider you friends. I hope you will visit whenever you can." I said. "Thanks, Barry, We already thanked David for that wonderful meal. I guess we should thank Roberto, as well, for the pizza." Hunter turned to Roberto and repeated: "Thank you, Roberto." "You are quite welcome. I hope I'll get to see you both again." Roberto said. Hunter and Kyle each kissed me on the cheek and hugged me to the extent possible with Cam asleep on my lap. Roberto turned to see the rest of the guys going indoors, since it was bedtime. "Guess I should go too, Barry. See all the others are headed indoors. It's getting pretty late." "Roberto, please know you are welcome here, you are a dear friend. If anything crazy happens to you, be it Armando, or anything else such that you need a safe place to go. You are welcome here?never doubt it. We would welcome you with open arms." "Even if my dick is uncut?" He smiled." "Stop it!" I chuckled. "Can I have a goodbye Barry Hug?" He asked? "No?but you can have a farewell hug." I retorted. "I love you Gringo." Roberto said. "I love you, too, my dear Roberto." I said, affectionately. He bent and hugged me around the neck, as Cam had the rest of me somewhat blocked. He kissed me sweetly and gently on my lips He stood and turned to leave, taking his clothing from the stand. He walked to the gate and turned and blew me a kiss as he opened the gate. As the gate closed behind him I thought: "I hope he'll be okay" I picked Cam up like a small child, his legs dangling over my left arm. I thought to myself?he's really much too big for this, but I can't help it, I love the feel of him in my arms. If he gets any bigger, I won't be able to lift and carry him anyway?.so ,I might as well enjoy this while I still can. David saw me carrying Cam toward the anteroom door, so he moved to open it for me. "Thanks!" I whispered to him. "Good Lord, Barry, he's way too large for this." David observed. I only smiled back at him. He got the message: "I know, you can't help yourself. You used to do the same with me, even when I was way too big." He whispered and smiled. David took care of closing up and making sure everything was locked up for the evening and all else was in its place. I carried Cam to the bedroom and lay down with him, his cheek on my breast. All was well with the world, though I continued to worry for Roberto. --------------------------------END CHAPTER 37---------------------------- Editor's Notes: I always enjoy reading a new chapter from Berry. And one big reason is that I always learn something important. I must admit I had heard some of the information about the Mexican attitudes, but I never knew all the details, or hardly any of them, for that matter. I knew what Anchor Babies were, but I didn't realize when, where, or how the term got started, for instance. I also agree with Barry when he says don't follow a particular party line. The Republicans and the Democrats follow whatever will get them the most votes and the most personal gain. That is true for the parties or the individual politicians. I always cringe when people say that we live in a democracy. Notice I didn't capitalize that word. We don't live in a democracy. We live in a representative republic, Whenever a particular party is in power, they take advantage of that status to shore up that power as much as they can, by making it more difficult for people from the other party to win elections. They change the way the districts are laid out, such that their party gets districts built to their specifications. It is called gerrymandering. Which comes, I believe, from a derogatory term for the Germans, during World War II. The same thing is true of the word gerry-rigging. Which means to build or assemble something very poorly or hap-hazardly. Again it was born of hatred of the Germans. It is sad that we use words and phrases to inflict hurt on someone who has no control of their identity. Thanks for letting me rant. Darryl