#mexican male

[haizeak]

[lustfulmexican]

Am I tumblr-ing right?

[mike-68]

[trans-radfem]

«"If you don't like a man then don't accept food from him, you deadbeat"

My best friend pays for our lunches one day.

Breakfast is on me another day.

I visit my aunt and she gives me a taco.

I go to my mother in law's and she gives me fruit.

My friend's mom has sent me lunch to school many times.

The party is over and my godmother tells me "wait, I'm giving you takeaway".

Mom has visitors and she figures out how to give something away, she gives away because "a taco is denied to nobody".

It's weird how only men think that feeding someone is a kind of sexual services contract or a debt that someone has with them to secure a sentimental relationship.

How nice is being women and giving eachother sweets, chocolates, cookies, share chips, tea with joy.»

— Capibara Sand

[keozrb]

The Switch At The Olympics

During the Olympics in Paris, Australian swimmer Alex accidentally switches bodies with Mexican weightlifter Juan after trying on his singlet. As Alex transforms physically and begins to speak Spanish, he realizes he is now living Juan's life. Confused and panicked, both athletes must navigate their new identities while searching for a way to switch back. Their journey highlights themes of identity, culture, and the unexpected challenges of competition.

Alex, the Australian swimmer, was excited about his first day in Paris for the Olympics. He was settling into his dorm room, ready to meet his new roommate.

Juan, his roommate, was a heavy weight lifter from Mexico. Despite the language barrier, they managed to get along.

Alex went for his swimming practice, but he mistakenly took Juan's bag instead of his own. Intrigued, he decided to try on Juan's weight lifting singlet.

As he wore the singlet, it magically shrank to fit him. Panicking, he tried to remove it, but it was impossible. He noticed his body growing with muscle, and he couldn't help but feel a sudden surge of hunger.

Alex, now looking more like Juan, rushed back to his dorm room. He found his clothes no longer fit his new muscular body.

He looked in the mirror only to see Juan's reflection staring back at him. Alex was now Juan.

Just then, the door opened to reveal his old self, wearing an Australian speedo. It was Juan, who had become Alex.

They looked at each other, completely confused. Alex suggested they try on each other's clothes, hoping it would reverse the switch.

Alex, now in Juan's body, struggled to fit into his old speedo. They sat there, hoping the switch would reverse.

Nothing happened. They were now each other. They decided to make the best of the situation and began to adapt to their new bodies.

Despite the body switch, they competed in their respective sports. Alex, as Juan, wowed the crowd with his newfound strength in weightlifting.

Juan, as Alex, swam like never before, surprising everyone with his speed. The switch, while unexpected, had made them stronger athletes.

[admirerofmeat2398]

“Imagine having a Winnie the Pooh belly in your life!” 🍯🐝🇲🇽

[4hournap]

Obey Me x Mexican! MC

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-MC who roasts chiles in the kitchen, the smell traveling through the house. When anyone gets to the last steps of the stairs, they're hit with the smell and start choking. Eyes burning a little.

-MC who makes traditional dishes for everyone during their holidays. Tamales, Mole, Pozole, enchiladas, etc.

-Beel was opened to a whole new world of food.

-MC who worked part-time at their Tío's panadería and now makes bolillo on the weekends for their morning coffee.

-MC who curses in Spanish. All the brothers just stare at them, knowing the MC is angry but they aren't sure what to do.

-MC who's thrown their slipper at Mammon from across the house with impressive aim.

-MC who listens to the radio while they clean.

-MC who sets up a little Alter for Día Del Los Muertos (They forbade Beel from taking any of the offerings)

-MC leaving Barbatos puzzled as they don't measure any of their ingredients when cooking.

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"Add a little bit of this"

"How much of this was it?"

"Idk till your ancestors tell you to stop"

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Hello! This is my first time doing something like this 😖 Hopefully it's okay, hope to write more soon.

[hombresencalzones]

Esteban Coach

Tw, IG: @estebancoach

[sanzaibian]

I'm loving the stories! I'm heading to Mexico in a few weeks with work, but hoping to immerse myself in the culture a bit. Can you help me out?

You find yourself in front of your local Spanish-language association. You thought that taking a few classes in Spanish would help you recover some of the long forgotten classes you took in high school… though in all honesty, it won’t likely do much. You’re quite old, now, so it means that your brain cannot learn new languages as easily as it used to...

As you enter, you see the Mexican flag front and center, along with flags of many other Latin American countries, as well as that of Spain. You walk up to the receptionist, and she tells you, directly in Spanish :

“¡Bienvenidos! ¿Cuál es el motivo de usted venida? (Welcome ! What is the reason you came here ?) - Er…” You try to conjure some of the very old memories, and only manage a “Hola !” Before going back to English. “I’m sorry, I don’t really know Spanish… I’m here to take classes, in fact.”

The receptionist nods, and thinks a bit before taking out a timetable.

“Okay, well, you see, I have a... beginner’s course of Spanish in a few hours… It’s not perfect because they already started in January, but I think you can still catch up if you work hard enough.” She says, with a perfect American accent. She is visibly bilingual. - Oh, in a few hours ?”

You are quite interested, considering that you did want some beginner-level courses, but in a few hours… That’s too short to just go back home and come back later, but that’s also too long to just stay here and wait without getting bored !

The receptionist notices your embarrassment.

“You know, we are also a place where Spanish learners and native speakers can hang out. If you want, you can go to the hangout room while waiting ?” She offers sympathetically. - Well yeah, I could do that.” You nod. It may be geared towards more hard-core learners, but you can always try to immerse yourself…

You go to the room she waves you to. It isn’t loud, but there’s quite a lot of people in it, all speaking Spanish. You go and find somewhere to sit, when, on your way, someone hails you.

“¡Hola! ¿Cómo te llamas? (Hello ! (...) ?)”

Your long-buried memories start churning, as you recognize the second sentence as meaning something like “What’s your name ?”. You think a while, and then, flash of brilliance.

“Me llamo Charlie.” You answer, giving out your name in the most American of accents.

Your conversation partner smiles, and speaks quite slowly to let you understand what he means.

“¿Cuántos años tiene?” You understand the sentence to mean ‘How old are you ?’ - Er… Soy… cuarenta y dos… años ?” You try, but he shakes his head. - No, ¡es ‘Tengo ventidós’ o ‘Tengo ventidós años’!”

You blush of embarrassment as he corrects you. Yes, you now remember that to mean “I am x years old” you say “Tengo x (años)”… you even remember the worksheets from way back when… Huh, it seems like it was less far of a memory than you thought.

“Lo siento…” You excuse yourself with sentence that came back strangely fast. - ¡Jajaja!” He laughs. “¡No te preocupes! ¡Hablar español es difícil! (Don’t worry ! Speaking Spanish is difficult !)”

You are surprised how easy it is to understand him. Visibly, you had more memories than you expected ! Then, that guy continues.

“¿De dónde es? (Where are you from ?) - Soy de… Mexico… Nuevo Mexico. (I’m from… Mexico… New Mexico.)”

You almost stumbled on yourself. There seems to be something wrong with that statement. You know you’re American, but something seems wrong…

“Ah, de... ¿Nuevo México? Pero tu acento no suena asi… (Ah, from… New Mexico ? But your accent doesn’t seem like it comes from there...) - Si, es verdad… (Yes, it’s true...)” You’re about to tell him that it’s because you’re American, but then you say : “La gente dice que tengo un acento de la Ciudad de Mexico. Sabes, Mexihco Hueyaltepetl. (People say that I have an accent from Mexico City. You know, Mexihco Hueyaltepetl (?).)”

Wait, why do people say that ? You never went to Mexico City ! Okay, yes, you did go there for the holidays, after all, your father lives there… Wait, your parents aren’t separated !

You get more and more confused as multiple versions of your history start competing with each other.

“¡Ah, tenía razón! Puedo verlo en tu cara que eres… eh… ¿mexiqueño? (Ah, I was right ! I can see by your face that you are… er… from Mexico City ?) - ¡Jajaja!” You laugh. “¡No se dice ‘mexiqueño’! ¡Se dice capitalino, o chilango si estás familiarizado! (You don’t say “Mexiqueño” ! You say “Capitalino”, or “Chilango” if you’re familiar !)” You don’t quite know where this knowledge comes from. It seems like something only locals would know… - Perdón, soy chileno, no lo sabía… (Sorry, I’m Chilean, I didn’t know...)”

You smile at him. Of course, he couldn’t know that, you’re familiar with these terms because you’re a Chilango through and through ! Born in the city, lived in the city ! Yet you furrow your brows, as something still feels off.

Somehow, you’re convinced that you’re American, even though it seems to be a more and more distant fact. Well, when you look down and see those tan arms, you know that you aren’t, like, a total gringo, you’re at least part Latino…

“¿Cómo es la vida allá? (How is life there ?)” The Chilean guy asks you, a torrent of memories coming back (?) to you. - ¡Es complicado de describir! Pero México es muy dinámico, ¡entonces siempre es interesante! (It’s difficult to describe ! But Mexico is very dynamic, so it’s always interesting !)” You think back to how frantic life is over there… and how much you love that. “Especialmente comparado con aquí, parece que esta citudad está muerta… ¡En México siempre hay un xochitzin con el que te puedes topar! (Especially when compared to here, this city seems dead… In Mexico, there’s always an xochitzin (?) you can run into !)”

As the Chilean nods, you keep getting quite confused. You know you’re from Mexico City, you know you’re American, yet somehow there is like… a piece of the puzzle missing. You keep on thinking strange words like “Mexihco Hueyaltepetl” or “ihni”, and you know it’s not Spanish, nor English – not that you would know too much of that language.

You continue thinking as your body starts feeling strange, as you feel it shifting. You put your hand on your forehead and sense your wrinkles relaxing. You feel quite queasy…

“¿Estás bien? (Are you alright ?) - Me siento un poco mareada… (I feel a bit dizzy…) - Sólo tienes que ir al baño. ¿Quieres que te ayude? (Just go to the toilets. You want me to help ?) - No, estará bien. Tlazohcamati. (No, it’s gonna be alright. (???)) - Okay… eh... ¿Eres ind��genas? (Okay… er… Are you a Native American ?)”

You don’t answer the Chilean, only giving him a small wave to thank him. You find your way to the toilets, still queasy, and look at yourself.

You’ve got your usual short black hair, your nascent beard that doesn’t want to come along, your brownish tint, as well as your light muscles. Nothing looks out of place, yet something seems wrong.

Is it the fact that you are so youthful ? You know you’re quite twinky. Is it the fact that your skin looks weird ? You know that it’s clearer than the other’s because your mother is gringo.

You feel even more queasy, as you feel your entire body tensing. Memories come back of your time in the gym, but also of the time with all your xochitzmeh (bros)… Yes, you now remember how you’re the son of an American linguist and a Nahua man. How you grew up speaking Nahuatl along with the other kids from around Mexico City. How you started going to the gym to prove that gays aren’t cuiltemeh (sissies/fags). How you now cringe to that line of thought, yet continue doing it to attract guys.

As the pieces of your life go back together, your queasiness dissipates, and you feel better. You drink a bit of water, and then you go back to the hangout room. As you go in there, the Chilean hails you once again.

“¡Charlie! ¿Esta mejor? (Charlie ! Doing better ?)”

Laughable, “Charlie” is only the nickname your grandparents use when you’re at their house… Why does that guy even know it ?

“¡Mi nombre no es Charlie, es Carlos! ¡Carlos Zopiyactle! (My name isn’t Charlie, it’s Carlos ! Carlos Zopiyactle !)” You say in a very matter-of-fact fashion. - Lo siento, pensé que te llamabas Charlie… (Sorry, I thought that you were named Charlie...) - No es nada. (It’s nothing.)” You answer with a very Mexican accent, aspirating your ‘s���. “Pero, tengo que irme ahora. ¡Adiós! (However, I need to go now. Goodbye !) - ¡Adiós, Carlos! (Goodbye, Carlos !)”

You leave the room, go past the receptionist who smiles at you a bit weirdly, and make your way back to your grandparent’s home. You don’t really like going there, because you’re not very good in English, but eh. Pleasing your mom is a good enough reason.

Suddenly, you hear a very familiar-sounding sound from your phone. You open it, seeing a notification, smile, and answer it before calling your mother.

“¡Cualli teotlaltzintli! ¡Amo niyaz tlacualpan! (Good evening ! I’m not going to be there for dinner !) - Pff… ¡Aic timotlamahzehua nanmonahuac! (Pff… You never come eat with us !) - Nomati, pero tengo cosas que hacer. (I know, but I have things to do.)” You say, switching back a bit to Spanish. - ¿Zannima tihual mocuepaz? (You will come back soon ?) - Quema. Nantli, nimitz nequi. (Yes. Mom, I love you.) - Ohuihqui nimitz nequi. (I love you too.)”

You finish the call and smile. She doesn’t have to know that you’re missing the family dinners to be pounded. Those jocks on Grindr don’t know what your pseudonym “Moiztactlaca” means, but it sounds foreign, and they love it.

Soon, you’re going back home to Mexico City, but it doesn’t mean that you can’t take advantage of all the hot guys here in the meantime !

[haizeak]

[lustfulmexican]

Get a grip

[mike-68]

Carlos Bosch 🇲🇽

[fredwkong]

Hi! I've moved to Mexico to help improve my Spanish and I'd love a thick, brown, insatiable, leaking Latino cock and bull balls to go with it. It'd be great to be able to breed some gringos and turn them into some dummy thicc Latin bottoms with tight, wet, gaping, needy culos.

You wake up to an insistent, needy feeling in your crotch. Before you’re fully awake, you find yourself thrusting into your sheets. You grab for your cock, and feel a much larger mass of hot cockflesh than usual in your small hand.

You look down to see that, while your cock has grown into a huge, thick, dark-skinned tower with big, black-furred balls to match, the rest of your pale, average body is just the same. As you watch, a thick drop of pre oozes out of your new Mexican cockhead, thick with the sharp, distinctive smell of potent cum.

Your new Latin cock has an overwhelming need to fuck, right now. You message one of the white guys in your building, send a dick pic, and in minutes he knocks on your door.

“Damn, I thought you were kidding,” he starts to say at the sight of your hard, dripping cock, but you throw him on your bed and slam into his flat, pale ass. He whimpers as you pound his tight hole.

The fuck smooths out before long, like your partner’s ass is growing to fit your cock. In fact, you can see his asscheeks growing as they tan. His whole body darkens, and his interjections of “Yes!” change to “Si!” You watch with feral lust as any dominance fades out of him, replaced with the need to be filled with cock at all hours of the day.

Too bad for him that you’ll be moving on after flooding his ass with your thick Mexican load.

If this got you horny, consider putting some spare change in my Ko-fi cup so I can write even more hot stories.

[xcherryerim]

Mexican Mike Headcanons

tw: light Death mentions (of his mom and garret) / smut headcanons at the end (gn!reader)

— Mike is a quarter Mexicans from his dad side

— Probably biased asf but he’s norteño

— Mike’s dad is a truck driver. When his dad needed to drive to Mexico Mr. Schmidt made sure to comeback home with Mike’s and Garret’s favorite candies.

— His favorite candies are Bocadin, Duvalin and Chokis.

— The only reason Mike kept getting hired after his awful track record is because he can somewhat speak spanish.

— After Mike lost his family (except for Abby) he didn’t really practice any more traditions like he used to do but, after moving to his now current place (which is mainly for lower class and immigrant families. This is canon in the book btw)

His neighbor which happens to be a 42 year old single mom, decided to help him in subtle ways like cooking meals from time to time for him and Abby. She even invites them to some family gatherings (carne asadas, birthday parties etc) as well.

— The lady always tries to set Mike up with her oldest daughter tho

— Every time winter approaches Mike eats tamales and arroz con leche excessively.

— Mike snacks in peanuts which is SO SPECIFIC but mexican dads always snack on cacahuates. (He’s entering his dilf era)

— After reconnecting with his roots a bit because of his neighbor, he tries to practice more traditions specially Día de los muertos (day of the death). He’s not really a religious person, but he always prays for his mom and garret to be at peace wherever they are.

— If you think Mike speaks quietly, wait for him to speak in spanish. His voice is softer too but that’s only because he gets self conscious when he’s talking to people that only / mainly speaks spanish.

— Mike dosent really mix english and spanish when he speaks unless he’s angry.

— He dosent really curse but when he does is in Spanish. He calls himself “pendejo” (dumbass) a lot.

Headcanons with his partner (+18)🫶🏻

— Mike says he has two left feet but, just give him a bit of alcohol and a slow song and he’ll dance good.

Just imagine dancing to bachata while Mike wears a dumb yet charming drunk smirk as he whispers into your ear the lyrics.

“¿Qué dirías si esta noche te seduzco en mi coche?Que se empañen los vidrios y la regla es que goces. / What do you say if I seduce you in my car? fog up the windows and the rule is for you to enjoy.”

— Mike wouldn’t really use spanish pet names unless he’s trying to get something out of you. “Cariño” and “Amor” are his main ones (and that mf says them slowly to tease the fuck out of you.)

— One time while you two where fucking, he leaned, bitting and sucking on your neck as he praised the fuck out of you in spanish and you swore when he used his raspy voice mixed with his light accent, that was already enough to make you climax.

— After he realized this, however, he tried to only speak to you in spanish for a week to purposely turn you on.

— This man, is a gift giver. He would literally give you a ramo buchón with a big ass bear for no reason.

— Mike mainly calls you his spouse / wife / husband sometimes he also says it in spanish as well. “Mi cónyuge / esposa / esposo”

(But don’t do it to him or he’ll actually plan out the whole wedding in one sitting)

a few of his favorite music in spanish:

[yourdailyqueer]

Steven Romo

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay

DOB: Born 1988

Ethnicity: Mexican

Nationality: American

Occupation: Journalist, presenter, writer

[keozrb]

The Doctor: The Lucha libre

The doctor is a series of story where people go see a Doctor but the crazy old senile Doctor keep on making mistake about his patient. But the Doctor is never wrong.

After pulling a muscle at the gym, John visits the doctor, only to mysteriously transform into Juan, a muscular Luchador wrestler. As he discusses his shoulder pain, he realizes he is speaking Spanish and his body is changing, becoming bigger and more powerful, culminating in a vibrant green wrestling singlet. The doctor, mistaking him for a pro wrestler, sends him off with a mask, leading Juan into the world of Luchador wrestling. Confused yet excited, Juan is ready to embrace his new identity and take on the wrestling match.

John, a normal guy, was at the doctor's office. He had hurt himself at the gym and was now dealing with a painful shoulder.

The doctor greeted John, calling him 'Juan'. John was confused as to why he was being called that. As he began to speak about his pain, his skin started to tan and hair darken.

The doctor told him he didn’t speak Spanish and needed him to speak English. But as John spoke, he realized his words were coming out in Spanish. Unbeknownst to him, he was turning Latino.

The doctor figure out his pain is from being a Luchador wrestler. John's body began changing. He was becoming more muscular and his clothes transformed into a tight, green wrestling singlet.

As the doctor finished examining him, he handed Juan a Luchador mask. Juan was told he was fine and could return to wrestling.

As Juan was leaving the clinic, the doctor told him good luck out there big guy. Juan body started to change once again. He was growing bigger, wider and stronger. He was now a heavyweight Luchador.

Confused but going with the flow, Juan found himself at a Luchador Wrestling match. The crowd was cheering, the atmosphere was electric.

John, now Juan, was ready for his match. He was a heavyweight Luchador, and he was about to step into the ring.