Let's Go, White Boy

"Hey, brotha. How you doin', man?" I heard a voice say as I stepped out on the porch for some fresh air.

I turned around and nearly bumped right into a handsome, muscular black guy. Damn! It was Darryl Williams. He was a real thug kind of a guy. I had him in a few of my classes and I always thought he was incredibly sexy. But now that he was standing right in front of me -- with his shirt off and his tattoos proudly displayed across his smooth, dark skin -- I didn't quite know what to say.

"Uh... I'm so sorry. I was just -- getting some fresh air," I stammered out.

"What, are you afraid of me or somethin'?" he chuckled, "Anyways, I'm glad I caught you out here by yourself. You know, I seen you checkin' me out tonight."

"Oh shit!" I said, stuttering, "I'm so sorry, dude. I didn't mean to -- it's just --"

"Naw, man," he said, cooly, "See, it ain't like that."

He placed a hand on his tightly-buzzed scalp and started to push backwards. To my surprise, his face started to stretch out like a rubber mask, the eye sockets becoming hollow and the mouth gaping open as somebody else's head poked through it. In a matter of seconds, I realized who it was. It was one of the guys who lived on my floor -- Scott Kowalksi!

With a big grin, he pulled a pair of thick-rimmed glasses out of Darryl's loose basketball shorts and put them on.

"Scott!?" I said in disbelief.

"Yep!" he smiled, "You like?"

He looked down at the muscular, dark-skinned body he was wearing, which contrasted greatly with his own thin face and pale skin. The Darryl facemask looked funny bunched up all around Scott's scrawny neck.

"What the hell?" I asked, "You looked just like him!"

"Uh yeah," he said in a nasally voice that was nowhere near as sexy as Darryl's, "That's kinda the point. Duh!"

"So..." I said, approching him, "Can I, like, feel it?"

"Yeah!" he said, tensing up the muscles so that they all popped out, "Go ahead dude! Oh -- wait, wait, wait!"

He pulled at the corners of the facemask again, this time bringing it back over his own face as he smoothed it out.

"I mean, go ahead, dawg."

"Damn!" I said, feeling up his tattooed biceps, "That is so freakin' hot!"

"Yeah," he said, "Well I knew you'd been checkin' him out, so I figured you might like this..."

"Scott!' I said, smiling, "It's awesome! So, what do you think people would think if we, like, went back into the party together?"

"I dunno," said Scott, "Do you wanna find out?"

"Yeah!" I said, "But, uh, let's not stay for too much longer. I'd kinda like to get back to the dorms, if you know what I mean."

"Aw yeah!" said Scott, taking on Darryl's sexy swagger as we both headed back inside, "Now let's go, white boy!"