The Legend of the Ditto Twins (45 page)

Clark
nodded sympathetically. "Our turn. Can we ask you a question?"

"Of
course."

"Are
you two boyfriends?"

"Oh,
no," replied Pavol. "My wife would not approve."

"You
are married?" In unison.

"For
three years. One son already. And another one to be born in next month."

"Huh,"
Clark continued. "I got the impression that the two of you were... very
close."

"Oh,
we are. Libor is best friend."

Libor
nodded. "And Pavol is mine likewise."

"But
you don't have sex together."

"Oh,
yes. Often. Ever since we were thirteen years." He added proudly, "We
taught each other how to
wank
off."

"Is
that the only thing you do with each other?"

"Until
we go to work for Ed, yes. That is when we had to learn other things if we are
to be porn stars."

"You
want to be porn stars?"

"Is
best way to make big living in Czech Republic."

"No
one in my family has car," added Libor. "But I do."

"I
make more money acting in one film than my father makes in entire month's
work."

"Does
your wife know?"

Pavol
nodded. "Yes. But we do not talk about it often."

"And
she doesn't mind?"

"There
is baby in oven. Doctor will be paid. Hospital will be paid. She is thankful
for that."

I looked
at Clark. "I don’t get it."

"Another
colloquialism? Meaning you do not understand?" asked Libor. "Perhaps,
this will enlighten you. In our language, there is no noun for homosexual. Only
adjective. Therefore, there are no homosexuals—only men who choose to perform
homosexual acts upon occasion."

"Wow!"
We both reached for our cigarettes.

"That
is why we mention this subject." Out came the
Bics
.
"You see, Ed informs us career of porn star is often very brief. And I wish
to have many children. That is why I must not lose job. That is why we must
work on our own to be special. To be special star."

"Superstar."
Libor corrected him.

"Superstar,
yes. That is why we ask for your help."

"But
what can we do?" In unison.

"Teach
us to be..." He looked at Libor. "What is word?"

"Phenomenal."
Libor released the word softly, as if his whole life depended on it. Maybe it
did.

"Well,
sure, anything we can do. Only we've pretty much decided..."

“...not
to have sex with anyone but each other, except on film."

"That
is good." Casually, he took a small plastic bag from his pocket. It was
filled with marijuana. "We do not wish sex with you either." In
another pocket, he found rolling papers. "But if you do not mind, we would
like you to watch us have sex and give us... uh..." He turned to Libor.

"Tips."

Well, we
sure weren't expecting that. There we were, two self-confessed exhibitionists
now being asked to be voyeurs for the evening. That was—well, weird. While we
were considering this sea change in the evening's dynamics, a joint was rolled,
and Pavol was passing it to Libor, who took a hit and offered it to us.

"Uh...
better not."

"The
movie, you know."

Pavol
nodded. "Of course."

Libor
added, "Good shit."

Pavol
exhaled. "Then you will help us?"

I could
feel Clark's dick rising as fast as mine was.

"Sure."
In unison.

"Thank
you," said Pavol, pulling at his tie.

"Thank
you," said Libor, taking a handful of condoms out of his jacket pocket and
tossing them on the bed.

"Shall
we begin?"

It was
not really a question.

Pavol's
shirt
was half-unbuttoned before he stopped short. "Shit! We forget to bring sex
magazines."

I shook
my head. "A superstar doesn't need magazines."

"Then
how do we begin?" asked Libor.

"Uh...
well, we usually start by kissing."

Nodding
deferentially, they moved into position opposite each other but still several
inches apart. Tilting in to cover the space between them, they stuck out their
tongues and began to flick them like adders on amphetamines. It was about as hot
as the Hudson Twins and their coach.

"Um...
excuse me," I said, "but..."

"What
is wrong?" asked Libor.

"Well...
you don't kiss someone with just your mouth..."

“...but
with your whole body."

"We
are not close enough?" asked Pavol.

"Right,
but its more than that. You have to wrap..."

“...yourselves
together until you become one person."

"That
is very poetic," said Libor. "But how do you make it happen?"

My eyes
met Clark's. Class was about to begin. We locked our arms around one another
and kissed. As always, we seemed to forget everything else, and this night was
no exception. When we broke, Pavol and Libor were waiting.

"See
the difference?" whispered Clark.

"Try,"
I urged softly.

The two
best friends edged closer until their bodies met.

"Tell
each other how good this feels."

Libor
started to speak.

"No,
not with words, only with your eyes."

Willing
students, Pavol and Libor made eye contact and began to grind their crotches
together. It wasn't long before they had wrapped their muscular arms around
each other's broad shoulders. Clark and I moved nearer.

"Now
kiss," I whispered.

They
began to tongue-flick.

"This
is not a duel," whispered Clark. "Enjoy his lips."

"Try
to bury your tongue in his throat," I suggested.

The two
eager novices were beginning to find themselves spiraling into a world they had
visited but never truly inhabited before. Soon, they were—well, sort of—making
out. Clearly, they were connecting in ways they had never imagined. And that
unnerved them.

"Different,"
stammered Libor.

"Gay.
Very gay," grumbled Pavol. "More than job."

"No.
That
is
your job—to make it look as if it were
not
a job. We must
believe you
really
want each other."

"This
is way to become superstar?" asked Pavol.

I nodded.
"From the moment you walk onto the set..."

“...you
must forget your other life..."

“...and
concentrate on the person with you..."

“...and
you must want him more than anything else..."

“...in
the world, till the director calls, 'Cut!'"

Libor
nodded. "I see. I kiss my girlfriend good-bye. I am completely straight. I
come to work. I re-arrange my desire. I am now completely gay until 'Cut.'
Yes?"

We'd
never thought of it quite like that, but we nodded anyway.

"Pavol,"
I said very gently, "undress Libor."

Pavol swallowed
hard, but he obeyed, all business.

"Slowly.
Like this." I eased Clark out of his T-shirt and shorts. Both our students
watched attentively. Clark removed mine in similar fashion. By then, our dicks
were both airborne.

"You
see?" I murmured. "Enjoy what you are doing. Find his skin..."

“...but
with just your fingertips."

Pavol
grazed
his
pec
; Libor moaned inadvertently.

"Do
you want to kiss his nipple, Pavol?"

Pavol
made a half-audible sound, more affirmative than not, and began to suckle
Libor, who moaned again.

I moved
close to Libor. "Why don't you kiss him again? Kissing is good."

Instantly,
Libor pulled his partner's face from his
pec
to his
lips, and this time the two of them began to relax into something that
resembled honest feelings. Pleased, Clark and I congratulated each other with a
kiss, too.
Some time
later, when we finally
remembered them, we turned to look. They were still kissing.

Clark
moved to Pavol and whispered, "Would you like to show him your dick?"

Pavol
moaned, stepped back, and obediently slipped his fingers inside the waistband
of his own briefs.

"Slowly...
slowly..."

I found
Libor's ear. "Why don't you kneel down...?"

Libor did
so. And without further instructions, he slid his briefs off and began playing with
himself as he stared straight into his friend's groin. Little by little, Pavol
revealed his erection—just as Helmut III had done—and when it finally sprang
free, Libor's lips met it in mid-air.

"Let
each other know how much you are enjoying this..."

“...but
no words."

Gradually,
moans began to fill the room. Like proud fathers, Clark and I stepped back to
watch. Eventually, he nudged me gently, and I eased back to
Pavol's
ear.

"Does
he make you feel good?"

Pavol
nodded dizzily.

"Wouldn't
you like to make him feel just as good?"

Pavol
nodded and started to pull Libor up.

"Tell
him what you are going to do..."

“...but
not with words."

Pavol
complied, practically consuming Libor's lips before slathering his way down his
friend's torso to kneel and take the head of the waiting erection into his
mouth. I knelt down, too, very close, to watch.

"Why
don't you see if you can take all of him?"

Pavol
nodded. "I will try."

He
managed to ingest about half of Libor's shaft before he pulled off, eyes watering,
and shook his head.

"I
would like to, but I cannot. I have tried many times before. But I have—what
you call it, gag reflex?"

"Superstars
do not have a gag reflex," I assured him.

"But...
how do I... conquer it?"

I smiled,
knelt, and swallowed my brother whole. Several times. And then, sort of to
emphasize the point, Clark squatted and reciprocated. Not totally convinced,
Pavol tried again. But still he could not master the feat.

Clark
shifted back to tutelage mode. "Libor, why don't
you
try?"

It took
several attempts and the better part of five minutes, but Libor eventually
managed to succeed where his partner had failed.

We
nodded. "Very good. Excellent."

Libor
practically glowed.

"Again."

Libor
dived forward a second time, squeezing
Pavol's
meaty
butt and drawing his friend deep into his throat.

"A-plus,
Libor! Just like a real superstar!"

"Now,
I will try again," interrupted Pavol with competitive determination.

This
time, there was no gag reflex.

In less
than half an hour, they were ravishing each other with something close to
unbridled abandon. That's when I suggested we take a cigarette break. Clark and
I found our Marlboros, and Pavol rolled another joint.