I have enjoyed reading James Lear’s work especially involving the erotic investigations of amateur sleuth Edward “Mitch” Mitchell and his sidekick Harry ‘Boy’ Morgan. With The Back Passage, Lear gave us the classic country house, Agatha Christie-styled thriller. The Secret Tunnel was a dark erotic version of Murder On The Orient Express. Both books offer a wonderful blend of murder mystery and hot gay erotica, with Mitch fucking first and asking questions later.

Now in James Lear latest book, A Sticky End, Mitch races around London finding clues to absolve ‘Boy’ of a murder charge. The policemen, working class gigolos, steam room bathers, embezzlers, and blackmailers that Mitch comes across create a tasty mystery and satisfying erotic romp.

from page 88

My hands felt firm, muscular, football player’s thighs through the rough blue material of his uniform pants, and my tongue tasted a fresh, hard cock. I gave one good, slow lick along the underside of his shaft and then, when I reached the top, opened up and swallowed him whole.

from page 145

He made none of the mistakes of the novice, instead shielding his teeth with his lips, keeping his mouth wet, applying just enough suction to bring me to full hardness but not so much that I thought he was trying to suck my brains out through my dick. I’ve had a lot of mouths on my penis over the years, and of all the common errors in cocksucking that I’ve encountered, I’d say that overenthusiasm is the worst. A blowjob should be a pleasure, not a contest of wills. It should certainly not resemble some kind of industrial process.

from page 228

When Sherlock Holmes is faced with a seemingly insoluble problem, he retreats into an interior world, usually accompanying himself on the violin. When Hercule Poirot is approaching his conclusion, he gives up all attempts at investigation and treats himself to a good dinner, some fine wine, and a digestif. Time to cast my mind adrift – to lose myself. And I could think of no better way of losing myself than by taking the biggest dick possible up my asshole. Holmes has his fiddle, Poirot his liqueurs – I have cock.

Mitch’s various encounters, coupled with the central mystery with its cast of colorful characters and Mitch’s insatiable desires, makes A Sticky End quite an enjoyable witty and sexy treat.

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