Review by buddhawannabe
By: buddhawannabe
This is one of the batch of eight videos, released in 2018, that introduced us to the DVD products of Trenton Ducati's "Gentleman's Closet" studio. As I write this, four years later, there are 24 DVD items from that studio on the market, which sugges...
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This is one of the batch of eight videos, released in 2018, that introduced us to the DVD products of Trenton Ducati's "Gentleman's Closet" studio. As I write this, four years later, there are 24 DVD items from that studio on the market, which suggests they're going for quality rather than quantity; only six of those are available on VOD (at least through TLA), and the DVDs are a bit price-y, but if this smacks of elitism (of the Michael Lucas/Kristen Bjorn variety), well, we're not talking mud-wrestling, after all. I suppose most of us have, at one time or another, discovered a particular texture that inspires us to have our way with it (my earliest sexual experiences were with a pillowcase), but there's also a visual component going on, here, of course. Not entirely a gender-bending thing, either; men's sheer nylon stockings, held up by garters around the calves or thighs, were a standard part of manly-man office drag in my father's generation, and they still get me off (see my review of "Chain Reaction"). As my fans are already aware, my number one preference in sex is for total nudity (including feet), but there's a piquancy to the sophistication of high fashion beneath which animal instincts may be supposed to lurk. At any rate, we have Hugh Hunter (than whom is more manly-man?) in an office scene, wearing blue nylons as advertised on the box cover; also "Clint" (not otherwise identified) in a hot solo (assisted by another pair of feet, uncredited). But the real eye-opener is JJ Knight in the final scene. I've enjoyed JJ's scenes in other videos, but I've always detected a certain emotional distance in his interactions that's made me suspect gay-for-pay. Not here, though; something about lingerie-play taps into his vulnerability and makes me want to put my arms around him and say "There, there, everything's going to be all right, let me reassure you by inserting your massive erect prong all the way up into my hole." I admit I've always sort of wanted to do that, anyway.
