Stone By Stone
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by Stevie Woods
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Historical Fiction
Description: Can two men build a relationship when one must tear down each stone that the other has worked so hard to build?
In the year 1535, after a misspent youth, Brother Mark is a hardworking Benedictine monk toiling as a stone mason at Tavistock Abbey. There, he finds himself irrevocably drawn to one of the men sent by King Henry to audit the monasteries prior to closure.
Andrew Cheyne is fascinated by the handsome young man and breaks down the monk's boundaries with an ease that neither expected. When Andrew returns four years later to finally close the Abbey, each man must also come to terms with their past to attempt to plan a future they can share.
But fate plays a cruel trick on them. Or, as Mark wonders, is it God teaching him a lesson?
Attempting to forget Mark, Andrew commences a brand new life, but fate has more lessons in store for him yet...
Genres: Gay / Historical
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: January 2012
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [268 KB]
Reading time: 179-251 min.
Andrew's movements slowed as he looked at the collection of intricately drawn depictions of male nudes. Beautiful, delicate ... aroused men.
"God's death!" He glanced up at Mark. "Why did you keep these?"
"They are my punishment," Mark replied, the anguish plain.
"What?" asked Andrew, not understanding how such beautifully rendered male bodies, all anatomically correct and in contact with each other, could be a punishment. Mark didn't answer, and Andrew looked at the monk. His face was flushed and he couldn't meet Andrew's gaze. "Answer me!"
Mark's head lifted at the tone in Andrew's voice and, in a low voice, he answered, "These drawings remind me two men together is an unnatural act and such men should be punished. These drawings bring to mind that such activities offend the eye and mind of our Saviour."
Andrew snorted. "So you keep these and look at them, just to remind yourself of how bad they are?"
"If nothing else, that must offend the artist."
"What is it?" Andrew asked, his eyes narrowing. "What haven't you told me?"
"There is nothing else to say."
"Yes, there is. I sense it." Holding the drawings tightly in one hand, Andrew advanced on Mark. "You're not telling me everything, Brother. Is it because you hide a desire for the men in these drawings? Is it because you allow your cock to get hard when you secretly go through these images?" Before he finished speaking, Andrew's hand shot out and he grabbed Mark's genitals through his habit.