My Immortal Shape Shifter

Battle of the Alamo ~an Edward memory~ (Edward perspective)

I hear my bedroom door click shut. I look up from reading Mein Kampf (purely to better understand the thought process...it's not like I'm involved in a gang of elitist white vampires waging a war with the local brown people because we're occupying their land against their wishes) I saw Jasper standing leaning up against the door, fully erect.

I try not to draw attention to his assertive summer sausage. Jasper's thoughts intrude my head space, he wants me to look at it...

"Ahh, history? Now back in my day, now see here, we didn't read history books partner, we was makin em! If you prefer, I reckon I could teach you a lesson or two if you're up for learnin..."

Jasper now had his flesh cucumber within inches of my face as he hovered over me. "Well I do say, he sure is standing at attention aint he, at ease private!" Jasper attempted hold his meat rocket down, but it swung up like the confederate army's white flag.

Jasper began to unbutton his shirt. Startled, I began to stand up and leave the room. Jasper grabbed my arm with a settler grip. I prayed that he would let go, but he had seized me like his people seized the west.

"Now partna, don't be so skittish, I was only trying to show you my battle scars" Jasper ripped his shirt completely open, exposing a creamy white landscape with tender pink nipples hilltops. As I scanned Jasper's curd colored wonderland, it slipped my mind to observe his battle wounds. I heard Jasper think this, I immediately looked away and put distance between us.

"Edward, have I ever told you about the Alamo?" He began to unzip his pants and slide them down. I gulped as a stuttered the words "Another battle scar?" Jasper grinned "Hmm, yessir, it'll only be a battle scar..."

"So at the Alamo, this rightchere is a military tactic we used on the Mexicans, I mean, the enemy." Jasper grabbed me from behind and restrained me as he held his throbbing ice rod against my vanilla scoop buns. "You know Edward, the Alamo was one of the biggest missions in the region...I myself acquired the nickname 'Alamo' for similar reasons". "What do you mean?" I whispered in a frantic pant. I could feel Jasper's ghostly precum soaking my jeans.

"Now gosh darn it, I'm sure making a mess of your pants now aint I? Lets just take these off so we can wash them" As my pants slid down I could feel Jasper's Christmas salami pressed up against my frosty butthole begging to get in like an Anglo awaiting the privatization of reservations.

"Jasper...is this part of the lesson?" I manage to gasp, still locked in his confederate embrace.

"Why yes partna, this right here is the Alamo!"

Jasper slammed his flesh bayonet deep inside me, he let out a boisterous grunt as he growled into my ear "You feel just like Davey Crocket..."

After the battle of the Alamo was over, I lay next to jasper in a pool various body fluids, just like the true Texians of the Alamo did all those years ago. As he began to get dressed the words "remember the Alamo" rang through my ears, oh but how could I ever forget it....