Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2016 11:10:26 -0500
From: Mikey Mark <michael78983@gmail.com>
Subject: Brothers For Life - Part 5 (Revised)

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        Brothers For Life - Part 5      by Mikey Mark
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"Revenge is a dish best served cold"
 I don't know where that famous line came from, but it might as well
havebeen Nathan's motto. After the business of Nathan's lost bet with
Jeremyand the day I had Nathan all tied up for twelve hours, I knew
Nathan wasgoing to get me back for it. He told me so and Nathan's word
was always asgood as gold. But he took his sweet time about it.
 All too soon it was September again and that meant the end of
summervacation and back to school. Of course, that meant an hour long
drive toschool for me, though I usually only had to do it four days a
week. Life athome continued on as 'normal' as ever. Nathan and I were
sleeping togetherin the same bedroom, Nathan was openly and officially
"gay" and yet neitherof our parents seemed to be even slightly
suspicious about what was reallygoing on. It was very strange.
 I had turned 21 and was in my third year. Nathan just turned 18 and
was inhis last year as a high school senior. I was still good friends
with my'supposed' girlfriend Caitlin. She had a girlfriend now, but
was stillgoing to school and living at home (like myself) and in the
closet with herparents, so that charade continued as well. I really
enjoyed hanging outwith Caitlin. She figured it out about Nathan and
me pretty quick, so afterthat, we had no secrets between us.
 Our sister Liz got married to her longtime boyfriend Tom. It was a
big 'todo'. Our parents were in a tizzy for months as they hosted the
wedding.Nathan and I served as ushers for the wedding party. They went
off toHawaii for a honeymoon. It was a lovely wedding and all went
well. Momsurvived it.
 And Nathan did get his revenge on me - ten times over like he
promised,but as I said before, it was still worth it. For one thing,
it did humbleNathan just a bit. That was a good thing - he became more
consideratetowards me. He also started apologizing a bit more often.
And besides allthat, I suppose deep down, I welcomed Nathan's revenge
because I really gotinto being tied up and teased just like I did to
Nathan. That's probablywhy I did it to him - I guess I wanted to show
him what I wanted him to doto me. And boy-oh-boy, he did it to me.
 From that point on, pretty much any time that we had alone when
wewouldn't be disturbed, Nathan wanted to tie me up. His old rule that
I hadto beg for it in order to be tied up was out. Now he'd just do it
when hewanted to. I found that way more exciting, though it was a bit
annoyingwhen I was trying to study for some research paper for school
and Nathanwould sneak up behind me and tie my hands together and then
strip me downand suck my cock.
 Nathan's revenge was actually rather low key at first. It started off
whenwe watched tv in the rec room. Nathan was always affectionate and
loved tocuddle up next to me on the couch when we watched tv or a
movie together atnight. If the movie got boring or whatever, would
often suck me off rightthere. I couldn't count the number of times
he'd done that. Well, now heliked to lay there with his head in my
lap, unzip my jeans and pull my cockout through the fly. He'd then put
the head of my dick in his mouth. Andhe'd lay there watching tv just
like that, not actually sucking my cock atall - just the head of my
cock laying inside his mouth - for hours!
 No matter what I did, he wouldn't suck my cock, he'd just let it sit
therein his mouth. If I tried humping his mouth at all with my cock,
no matterhow slowly and gently, he'd take his mouth away and give me a
dirty lookand then lay down in my lap again - with the head of my cock
in his mouth.He'd do all of this without a single word. If I got up to
go get somethingto eat or drink or go to the washroom, when I came
back, it was exactly thesame - he'd pull out my cock and put it back
in his mouth. He'd make me sitthere for a whole two-hour movie like
that and every single hockey game aswell. He called me his "tv
pillow". It would drive me crazy with extremehorniness. It was the
most incredible tease. I swear Nathan would nuzzledown a few ounces of
precum out me when he did that.
 And then there was the day Nathan tied my hands together and then to
oneof the bedposts at the top of the bed (my side of the bed). It was
alreadylate and we both had school in the morning. I figured he wanted
some quicksex before bed and it was a long established thing between
us that I reallyliked getting tied up. As Nathan said many years
before, 'it was mynature'. My cock would get rock hard the instant I
felt the bonds tightenaround my hands or feet - and it would just stay
hard. So in a way, Nathantying my hands together above my head or
behind my back was just a standardform of foreplay for us.
 Except this time, Nathan didn't suck my cock or even tease it at all.
Hetied a piece of rope around each of my ankles as well and tied
themtogether, but with lots of slack between them so I could move my
legs quitea bit. Then he just cuddled up against me and started
kissing and makingout. Once we were squirming around in mad passion,
Nathan started jerkinghimself off. We just kept kissing while he
stroked himself up against mybody. It was totally hot watching him
jerk himself off like that. Beingtied up, there wasn't much I could do
besides watch him when we weren'tmaking out.
 Eventually Nathan got a bit louder with is moaning and faster with
hisstroking and started splurging cum all over my chest and stomach.
It was sofucking hot. After that, Nathan grabbed a damp washcloth and
wiped up hismess and then curled up beside me and turned out the
lights.
 "Goodnight Adam."
 Oh shit. I didn't see that coming. I was lying there with my hands
tiedabove my head and my legs were relatively free, so I could roll
over to myfront, back or side, but that's all I could do. And my cock
was rock hardafter making out with Nathan and watching him jerkoff.
And Nathan's warmbody was all cuddled up next to me with his pillow
and going to sleep. As Imentioned before, being tied up always made me
horny and my dick hard. Andit stayed that way. So I laid there for
hours with a raging boner. I guessI eventually fell asleep, but it I
know it was well past three am. It was along night.
 In the morning, Nathan was all cheerful and bright first thing in
themorning. He asked if I slept well and then started humping up
against meand then jerked himself off quickly on my chest and then
hopped into theshower. He left me laying there naked and still tied to
the bed (with araging morning boner) and all covered with his cum
again.
 Nathan was showered and dressed with his knapsack packed and ready to
gowhen he untied me. I had a raging morning boner of course and a bad
moodfrom a lack of sleep. I had to scramble to wipe up the cum on my
chest,throw on some clothes, brush my teeth and fly out the door or
I'd be latefor my morning lecture with my hour long drive to school.
So I grabbed sometoast and peanut butter and ran for my car. I didn't
have time for a showeror to jerk off. Fucking Nathan and his gawd damn
revenge served cold. I gotcaught in a traffic jam and was late. The
rest of the day was downhillafter that. I could barely stay awake and
had to buy a couple of Red Bullsafter lunch to make it through the day
and the long drive home again. WhenI got home from school looking all
haggard and exhausted, Nathan greeted mewith the simple word, "check"
and grinning like the Cheshire cat.
 Needless to say, I spent many sleepless nights after that. When
Nathantied me up, I never knew if I was going to get sucked off, or if
he'd siton my cock and ride it, or if he'd just cuddle up and jerk off
beside meand leave me all high and dry all night long. Well, that's a
figure ofspeech because I'd never be dry. I'd be leaking precum and
Nathan would besquirting cum, so I'd get wet and messy. But I didn't
get to cum and I'd bestuck there with a raging boner, tied up and
unable to sleep because I wasso gawd damn horny - and always have to
scramble out the door at the verylast minute in the morning. Whenever
Nathan got me like that in some way,he'd just say "check". It started
to get a bit annoying after a while.
 And Nathan kept pushing the envelope and throwing me curve balls. One
dayI'm laying in bed late at night, with my hands tied to the bedposts
again,and Nathan gets on the bed beside me. Again, I never know what
I'm going toget. This time was even more of a surprise than usual.
Nathan grabbed eachof my ankles and tied them back to the same bedpost
as my hands, so that mylegs were spread wide. He then got on his knees
in front of me. He hadnever tied me in that position before.
 Nathan was naked and horny. He gave me his most sexy and
mischievoussmile, then licked his finger in a very sexy and seductive
way, thenproceeded to poke my butthole with it. I was a total butt
virgin. I'd neverdone anything and never even thought about it. And
now I was gettingfinger-fucked. Nathan leaned forward a couple of
times and drooled spitonto my butthole and kept working it with his
fingers. First one finger,then a second one. Oh boy.
 Then he hit it. I knew what it was. It was my prostate. I'd seen
thereaction in Nathan often enough when I fucked him and my dick got
him onjust the right angle and he'd start going nuts. Well, Nathan's
finger soonfound my prostate and I started going nuts. I was moaning
like a whore in acheap porno. Nathan was furiously finger-fucking me.
It felt like I wasgoing to cum, so of course Nathan stopped, untied my
legs and then cuddledup next to me and jerked himself off while we
kissed passionately. Nathanwiped up the mess, put out the lights and
left me there. Fucking littlebastard. Not only did I have a raging
boner to keep me awake, but athrobbing and twitching butthole too! He
whispered "check" in my ear justbefore he went to sleep.
 So of course that became part of our regular games. Nathan developed
areal passion for my butt. He was always fingering me when he sucked
me offand I spent hours tied up and getting finger-fucked. He even had
mesquirting cum on myself from his fine art of furious finger-fucking,
orsometimes he'd jerk me off while he was fingering me. Nathan even
startedrimming me one day while I was all tied up and bracing myself
for yetanother round of tantalizing teasing and torture with his
finger. OMG.
 I'd rimmed Nathan's butt many times, and even his buddy Jeremy once,
andso I knew what kind of reaction it brought. Nathan would squirm
around andpractically beg me to fuck him. Well, that's not true.
Nathan didn't begfor anything. He'd get so hyped up he'd order me to
fuck him "right fuckingnow". Anyway, I just never realized how *good*
it felt until I felt it.
 One evening Nathan came up with yet another new game. He would tie me
upand then sit on my cock. And then he'd read comic books. This was
much likewhen he'd watch tv with the head of my cock in his mouth, but
not suck it.He'd be sitting on my cock and not fucking it. If I
squirmed around to workmy cock in his ass, Nathan would order me to
stop moving or I'd get my asspaddled. So I had to lay there and let
him sit on my cock and read 'his'comic books. When he finished one,
he'd get up, put it away and grabanother and sit down on my cock
again. This game wasn't too bad becauseeven Nathan wasn't super-human.
After teasing my cock by sitting on it foran hour or two, he would
make himself so horny that he'd have to get fuckedand so I would get
to fuck him good and hard.
 And then on some days it would be just like old times and Nathan
would geton his knees and suck me off and then order me to fuck him
and he'd do the"fuck me harder" thing over and over, driving me crazy
with wild passionatefucking. It was so amazing that after five years,
our sex life just keptgetting better and better.
 During spring break that year, Nathan and I drove out to Arizona to
visitour sister Liz and her husband. They had moved to Arizona after
the weddingbecause she was doing her PhD and he got a job there. That
was a fun roadtrip with just the two of us. Liz and her husband were
totally cool andknew all about Nathan and I, so it was all very
comfortable.
 Even though Nathan and I had been fooling around for many years and
we hadbecome boyfriends, we had never actually been able to be
'boyfriends'except in the privacy of our own bedroom. But there we
were staying inhotels together, dining out every day and sleeping
together at our sister'shouse. She put us in the guest room together.
She joked about the four ofus going out for dinner as a "double-date"
or arranged reservations for"two couples" and always asked pointed
questions every morning about howwell we slept, given all the noise
going on.
After the second night, we moved onto the guest room floor for sex.
Thatbed made so much noise it was embarrassing. That cut down on our
sister'spointed comments in the morning. Her husband Tom thought it
was all prettyfunny - he even joked about how we must be having sex on
the floor to stayquiet. I blushed, Nathan grinned.
 Liz and Nathan seemed to bond together. I knew they would eventually
sincethey were so similar. I ended up mostly hanging out with Tom and
that wasgreat fun. We commiserated together about our common fate -
being matchedup with brilliant but demanding and unpredictable people
- my brother andsister to be specific.
 One night when we were out for dinner at a restaurant, sister Liz
askedNathan, rather loudly I might add, if he knew of any state that
allowedsame-sex marriages between siblings. I nearly spit out my wine
in surprise.Tom thought it was hilarious.
 I guess my sister had given up with me. She gave me lectures a
coupleyears ago and I had ignored them. It seemed now she was working
on Nathan.Good luck to her. By the end of the dinner, the two of them
were arguinglike you wouldn't believe. They both seemed to be enjoying
the verbalsparring, but the topic matter tended to be rather
disturbing and a wee bitembarrassing for me.
Once again I was reminded of Sheldon and Leonard's mother from Big
BangTheory. Tom and I just sat back and watched them go at it. They
were citingancient Greek philosophers, medieval church fathers, Thomas
Aquinas, SunTzu, Rousseau, Hobbes, Jung, Freud, Max Plank, Einstein,
Andre Gide andGertrude Stein and even some biology theories, chess
strategies, mathequations and spatial physics to support their
respective arguments. Aftera while, I didn't have a clue what they
were even arguing about.
 They kept that up for the next two days. Nathan tried to explain to
mewhat they were arguing about, but it made very little sense to me.
But thebottom line was that they were arguing about 'us' and our
'situation'. Ithink they just liked talking like that. Tom and I tried
to tune it out.
 On the drive back from Arizona, Nathan and I had a real long talk
aboutthat our 'situation'. We weren't kids anymore, but we were both
pretty surewe were completely in love with each other, so the whole
issue became allabout how to deal with that fact. We did talk about
how we really shouldstop having sex together, if only for a while, but
then we just laughed.That was out of the question. We were lovers and
that was that. The problemwas other people, not us. Most importantly,
it was our parents. We talkedabout whether or not I should come "out"
or if we should tell our parentsabout "us". Anyway, we decided to keep
doing pretty much exactly what wewere already doing and keep our
fingers crossed for another year or so andput off any decisions. I
guess Liz failed again.
 In June of that year, Nathan graduated from high school. I would not
go tohis prom with him. I told him that years ago and for once he went
alongwith me. He went with some absolutely beautiful young girl I'd
never seenbefore. Say one thing about Nathan, he did have some style
when he was alldressed up in a suit.
 Nathan was accepted to the same university as I went to - for
mathematics.Well, Nathan was accepted at all kinds of places, that's
just where hechose to go. My parents suggested that the two of us boys
should rent anapartment together off campus because having two of us
commuting to schoolwould be too difficult with different schedules. I
smelled Nathan's hand inall this.
 So there I was touring apartments with the parents and Nathan. We
startedoff looking at two bedroom apartments, but they were fairly
expensive andnone too close to school. Nathan suggested that since
we'd been sharing aroom together for so long, he didn't mind if he had
to share, especially ifit would be cheaper and easier to find a
one-bedroom apartment near theschool - which it certainly was and he
knew it. That was so kind of Nathanto sacrifice his own privacy to
help mom dad pay for our education. Ourparents were always so proud of
him.
 Needless to say, we found a lovely place in close walking distance to
theschool. It was a one bedroom apartment, but large and spacious with
lots ofsunny windows. Mom loved it. Dad said the bedroom looked big
just enoughfor both our beds and the price was right. So the lease got
signed. AndNathan gloated.
 For the next month, all Nathan would do was make plans for
"our"apartment. He had memorized the dimensions of the place and the
angle ofsunlight from seeing the place just once and drew it all out
on graph paperso he could plan where the furniture would go and which
wall should bepainted what color and even calculated the hours when
sunlight would comein which windows. He spent hours with his graph
paper apartment plan. Whenhe showed me the plan, he would point to
various places and say "and hereis where I'll suck your cock when we
watch tv" or "and here is where youcan fuck me in the middle of the
afternoon" and "this is where I'm going totie you up". He kept going
on like that for quite a while. He had quite theapartment plan.
 In the last week of August, we moved in. Mom and dad were
insufferable.They had scavenged half their house to furnish the
apartment. Dad andNathan drove down to paint the place before we moved
in. They put upwallpaper and dad fixed up some shelves and fixed the
bathroom door. Theywent shopping for dishes and kitchen stuff. Mom and
Nathan spent hourschoosing the fabric for the curtains, then mom and
granny sewed them up.When it was all done, they even drove granny over
to see the place. I wasjust a spectator in the whole process.
 Once we were all moved in and granny and the parents had left,
Nathanmarched into the bedroom and had me help him grab his
single-size bed andput it away, standing it up against the far wall
out of the way. We thenput 'my' bed in the middle of the room so the
bedroom looked more spaciouswith just the one double-size bed.
"Perfect! I'd like to just get rid of it completely, but we might need
toput it back if or when the parental units come to visit again."
 With that, we settled down to play house together. The arrangement
workedpretty good. Nathan took care of all the book-keeping and the
finances.Nathan also did ALL the cleaning because he was a bit of a
clean freak andtotally anal about it. Even if I cleaned something, it
wouldn't be goodenough and he'd re-do himself anyway, so I just didn't
bother. I wasassigned laundry duty. I did most of the cooking because
I could. Of allNathan's many talents, cooking was definitely not one
of them. My cookingduties were pretty light actually, since mom was
sending huge 'care'packages filled with frozen spaghetti sauce, soups
and stews and stuff tofeed her little boys. So overall, the
arrangement was pretty good - so longas one didn't mind sleeping with
Niccolo Machiavelli junior in your bed.
 It was a couple of months after we had moved in together that it
happened.Our sex life which had been going strong for over five years
took yetanother leap to a higher plane. Once again, Nathan was the
culprit. Gofigure.
 With our new found freedom living in our own apartment together, and
bothof us being of age, we went to an Adult Sex Shop one day. Nathan
went on abit of a spending spree with our grocery allowance. I got
embarrassed justbeing in the store with him. Nathan had no shame at
all. He was like a kidin a candy store. He would talk to the lady at
the counter about everythingin the most lewd and embarrassing detail.
 So now Nathan had a bunch of new toys. It didn't even occur to me
that heintended to use them on me. But that apparently was the plan.
Nathan didn'talways brief me on our plans. I got information from
Nathan strictly on a'need to know basis'.
 It was probably just after Thanksgiving that year that I lost
myvirginity. I wasn't exactly looking to lose it. Nathan had always
been a'bottom' and loved sucking cock and getting fucked. I had always
been a'top' and loved getting sucked off and fucking. It was a good
match and itsatisfied both of us for many years. But Nathan could
never leave anythingalone - he liked to fiddle with things to see what
might happen. I guessthat's how he discovered that I loved getting
tied up. I didn't know Iloved bondage until Nathan tied me down one
day back when I was in my firstyear at college. The same thing
happened with pretty much everything else -Nathan would just do it,
and I'd love it. Sometimes I think he knew mebetter than I did.
 I had the handcuffs on and was laying face down on the bed. That was
alltoo common occurrence lately. Nathan had been fingering and rimming
me fora while. Then he had even started poking me with a vibrating
dildo. When hedid all three to me in quick succession, I figured what
was going to comenext.
 "Hey Adam, I think its about time for you to get fucked. What do youthink?"
 And I'm supposed to think with a vibrating dildo up my ass?
Besides,little brother Nathan didn't usually want me to do too much
thinking. Thatwas his job. He preferred me to be a passive sex object
for him to playwith. That was my job. I suppose life could be much
worse.
 Knowing Nathan, there was only one generally permitted way for me to
think- that was to agree with Nathan. It was always the safest course.
So Iagreed with him. It was about time for me to get fucked. Little
did I knowwhat I was in for.
 It started off all nice and slow and gentle. Little brother was
anexperienced bottom so he knew exactly what he was doing. After
gettingrimmed, finger-fucked and twenty minutes with a vibrating
dildo, I wasabout as ready to get fucked as I could be. Nathan's cock
was absolutelyidentical to my own in size and shape, hard and soft.
But gawd damn, thatday it felt like his cock was twice as big as mine.
 And so it hurt going in. I whimpered and moaned and begged him to
take itout. He pulled out, added more lube, called me a wimp and stuck
his cockback in. It wasn't so bad as long as he didn't move. The
feeling wasintense and nothing like I'd ever imagined. Nathan took it
slow and easy.It felt so weird - especially when he was laying on my
back and kissing theback of my neck and licking my ears like I always
did to him. It was likewe had switched places.
 I didn't really enjoy getting fucked the first time, or even the
second orthe third, but it wasn't too bad. It was just something I was
willing to dobecause Nathan enjoyed it and he wanted to do it. I think
it was the fourthtime we fucked that I started to feel the pleasure
and enjoyment of it. Ireally started getting into it and understanding
exactly how Nathan feltall those years when I fucked him. A few more
fuck sessions after that andI had my first hands-free orgasm and that
was absolutely mind-blowingincredible. Once that happened, I was
hooked. At the age of twenty-two, Iturned into a bottom.
 That really freaked me out at first. It was one thing for me to
acceptthat I was gay, but I'd always thought of myself as a
'masculine' kind ofguy. Heck, I used to consider myself straight, or
at least bi and I'dalways associated being a 'bottom' with being 'gay'
and 'feminine'. Whichdidn't really make much sense because neither
Nathan nor Jeremy, the onlytwo guys I'd ever fucked, were very
feminine at all. It was all just in myhead, but still, it took me
quite a while to accept that I liked gettingfucked.
 After that we became completely versatile in bed. It was like
weflip-flopped or took turns each night being the top and bottom.
Afterenough years, I was starting to get better at sucking cock
without gaggingmy guts out. It was pretty funny I suppose. We'd flip a
coin or cut cardsor do 'rock-paper-scissors' to decide which one of us
was going to getfucked that night. I think Nathan cheated and had a
trick coin or a markeddeck or something, because he tended to win a
lot. And after a few monthsof regular fucking, I found myself sounding
just like Jeremy when I fuckedhim that one time - I would just lay
there saying "harder" over and overuntil we were in a frenzy of
pounding and sweating flesh, gasping for air.The more I got fucked by
Nathan, the more I loved it and wanted it.
 But that 'versatile phase' didn't last long. A few months later,
Nathanannounced to me that he had decided that he was going to be a
'top' fromnow on and that I was going to be the 'bottom'. Nathan
didn't consult withme about his decision nor ask me to go along. He
just did it. Theannouncement didn't change anything, it was rather
just an announcement ofwhat had already become a fact.
 Nathan had been looking after all our bookkeeping. He took the check
wegot from our parents and paid all our bills. When we went grocery
shopping,Nathan paid for it. Now any time we went anywhere, Nathan
always paid forboth of us. He'd always pay for our beer at the pub.
Nathan really got into'wearing the pants' in our relationship like
that. It was all so veryweird. After six years of fantastic and
unbelievable sex, our whole sexlives and roles reversed themselves. So
I ended up sucking Nathan's cockevery chance I got and begging to get
fucked almost every day, while Nathanstarted strutting around like
some hotshot college frat boy, waving his bigdick around. Life can be
so weird sometimes.
 And our life continued on that way, though thankfully Nathan passed
out ofhis 'strutting frat boy' stage soon enough. I graduated with a
bachelordegree and then went on to become a chartered accountant, like
dad. I hadgreat intern-work experience with my dad's company every
summer and thengot a job at a prestigious accounting firm. Nathan
finished his bachelor'sdegree and went on to grad school in computer
science. Then we moved out tothe west coast so Nathan could work in
some cutting edge software company.I came out of the closet to our
parents after I graduated. They weregenuinely shocked and never
suspected it. So Nathan and I continued to livetogether, in our
parents eyes, as gay room-mates. They thought that was sonice and
sweet for us to support each other like that. If they only knew.
 So I just turned thirty-six last week. Nathan is thirty-three now.
Nathanand I have been having sex together for twenty years now. We
started when Iwas sixteen and he was just thirteen, oh so long ago. He
still ties me up,cock-teases me and then fucks me senseless, almost
every day, twice onweekends.
Apart from my work and career, Nathan makes pretty much all my
decisionsfor me. He shops for our clothes as he always has, tells me
what to wear,when and where, and he even tells me what books or movies
I'm going to likeand what to order on a restaurant menu. He's got damn
good taste too. He'sbetter at doing that stuff than I am and he likes
doing it, I don't. Icouldn't imagine myself being more happy than I
am. It is like I am freeand float above every petty decision, bond,
social limit, problem and/orhassle of daily life - except one - and
his name is Nathan. That's all Iever needed to worry about. Nathan
would deal with everything else.
 We actually had very small and private ceremony of 'unofficial
marriage'between us where we exchanged rings and read some vows. It
was just afterNathan finished his PhD in computer science and before
we moved off to thewest coast. Our sister Liz and her husband were
there, as was Molly andJeremy, and just a couple other close friends,
but that was it. Weexchanged vows and rings. Until death do us part.
We were brothers for life.
 After we kissed and they all clapped, Nathan looked me in the eye and
said"checkmate".
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The End