Corey Vergas Motivates Gay-for-Pay Darrel Gunther with Money on Latin Leche

A Day in the Park Leads to Sex and Profit.

It’s 5:00 pm in Bogota, Colombia and Corey Vergas is cruising for cute guys to photograph and take POV video footage of in increasingly gay ways. As usual, he is successful. After all, it wouldn’t be a Latin Leche scene if there wasn’t a strangely sexy element of financial manipulation and persuasion if there wasn’t an easily conned, clearly bi-curious at least dude to begin “Talking Pesos” with.

If this scene were a drinking game, you’d take a shot every time Corey says the word “vibe.” Be warned, you’d be incredibly drunk by the time he got his dick in the model’s butt. While there is not an actual vibrator, Corey is on the hunt for a guy who possesses a specific kind of “vibe” and Darrel Gunther has it in spades.

It’s possible that “vibe” in this case translates roughly into “straight guy who can be talking into doing on-camera gay stuff if enough paper money is waved in his face. With standards like that in place, Darrel is the perfect fit. An appointment to hook up with friends and cruise for girls is easily put aside when the chance to relocate to Corey’s apartment for some easy cash crosses his path.

Darrel says he’s a college student, but he looks like he’s eagerly looking forward to his high school prom. He gets carded regularly, he confesses to Corey, and I totally believe him. It’s this fresh-faced and sporty look that fits Corey’s rate of vibratory speed and is seen by him as “mysterious.” The latter baffles me, frankly, since he’s such a blushing boy, but maybe that passes for mystery in the director’s world.

If there’s one thing that Darrel is good at doing, it’s looking pained and confused. I guess that’s technically two things, but they’re closely related. Somehow, he overcomes both of those uncomfortable realities in order to extend his 10-minute photoshoot to a full 350.000-peso bareback session. More money to take out the big titted girl with pretty eyes that he fancies. Just so long as it’s clear that he’s straight. He likes girls. Not boys. Also: money. He really likes money.

Things start off innocently enough with shirtless stills capturing his slender frame and its dual pierced nipples, each decorated with a pink barbell. I’d be more convinced that Darrel is a 100-percent heterosexual if it weren’t for the pink barbells. And the stripes of black polish on each of his fingernails. And how good he looks in a pair of sheer black mesh underpants with a hideous tag hanging down in the back. Corey notices some of these things, mostly the fact that Darrel’s cock looks delicious through its semi-transparent. Since anything Corey notices he must talk about, he mentions how nice Darrel looks and how much money he’d pay him to let him touch his butt. This graduates to money for a handjob. Then oral sex. And ultimately into full-on dick-in-virgin-ass intercourse.

Offering money isn’t all it takes to get Darrel out of his pants. It also takes some not-always-so-subtle pressure with a touch of guilt. Things start as benignly as the same-sex virgin drawing out the filmmaker’s cock from his jeans and then both men stroking one another’s erections. That’s not too gay for Darrel, although it’s pushing his boundaries. When he gets to the “Imagine it’s a lollipop” stage of things you know that the money is too tempting, and Darrel’s heterosexuality is called into question in spite of all his chatter about girls. On the other hand, he sucks cock like a straight boy, although he sucks balls like a total queerdo.

Corey wants more. He reminds the boy about how much he’s been paid, compliments his ass, and promises that he’ll go easy on him if he just lets him fuck it. Money talks and Darrel kneels. Soon his beautiful butthole has been fingered, stroked, had spit rubbed into it, and fingered again. He may be a manipulative SOB, but he does check in several times with the visibly anxious Darrel to make sure he’s still on board for all that money.

Whether by art or by necessity, getting Corey’s not modestly sized dick into Darrel’s previously unexplored anus. The miserable-looking bottom grunts and groans bravely, pushing the other man away a few times to avoid prolonged discomfort. Then Corey says something that always makes me want to scream. He assures Corey that anal sex will be painful but that the pain will pass and, in its place will be pleasure. While there’s some truth to that it is a gross oversimplification of the process and underestimates the rigorous testing procedures that bottoms must undergo.

Where they go from doggy is up to Darrel, but it has to be on the floor and he has to be on top. He chooses cowboy and the camera gets in tight to show how snugly his ass grips Corey’s cock. Of course, Darrel looks like he’s about to burst into tears, but if that’s your thing you are going to need extra tissue or towels. Or socks. Whatever you use. Stock up on it.

From cowboy, things move into reverse, which is often a tricky position, especially for a newbie. Darrel takes to it like a butt plug to an anal canal and sounds happier than he has for the whole 51-minute scene. He’s totally into what he’s doing now and kneels for a mouth full of cum, which he gulps down like a seasoned pro. Then, done “Talking Pesos” and ready to unload some pent-up stress, he jerks himself off onto the shag rug. That’s gonna be a sticky mess to vacuum up.

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