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199 pages, Paperback
First published May 5, 2006




"I did, as a matter of fact."I knew what he wanted, and it was staying firmly inside my trousers. If anyone was going to get it, it would be Morgan, or West, or my friend Bill at the police station, or Simon, the hall boy, or even the fat kitchen maid with the wonderful tits-but Leonard Eagle was never getting it again.


"Okay, Mitch," he said, with a businesslike tone that almost made me laugh, "you can fuck me now." And I did. I fucked him rotten. I fucked him on his back, with his legs over my shoulders, staring down into his eyes. I turned him over and pulled him onto all fours, and fucked him from behind, pounding into him as hard as I have into anyone. I fucked him on his side, one leg held in the air as his cock drizzled the carpet with juice. Finally I dragged him to the bed, lay him down, placed a couple of cushions under his ass and began the long ride to my goal.
If I was going to become a great detective, I would have to learn to master my own libido.
They would not trick me so easily again, not even with slim white bodies and man-eating anuses.
Premature baldness combined with heavy beard growth always seems to me to indicate a prodigious, unfussy sexual appetite.
How many more times would I have to thrust my way up & down that dark, dank tunnel...


If only there were more James Lear writers in the m/m world to go around. Of course then I really would not be fit for society communication. As it is I'm at a dangerously-low antisocial level thanks to my homoerotic fictional tendencies.
