Beginning Our Honeymoon.
I was finally on my way to my honeymoon mom had made all the arrangements for us. I had dated Paul for two years without being intimate, Paul and I had agreed we'd wait until we were married. Mom had introduced Paul and I saying I needed a good man like dad. Mom told me Paul's dad was going to put his son in charge of the Detroit branch in a couple of years after Paul and I got married. She had also said something strange at the time. Since Paul takes after your dad I know you will take after me and will be more than eager to assist all those hot muscular black men in Detroit especially on your honeymoon. Whatever she meant by that. I just know how much mom helped so many men in Seattle. Many teenage black muscular hoodlums, our dozen's of black muscular, teenage volunteers and Seattle many team players of all colors. I just knew how exhausted she must get helping the teens and young men as much as she does. I have to admit Paul is one hunk of a guy, working out at least five if not six times a week, four or five hours each day. I know he get caught up in his job and work out in gym for hours and will not see him much. One thing for sure he won't ever satisfy your needs. I thought mom telling me Paul wouldn't satisfy me something strange for her to say but I figured she knew what she was talking about.
Some how mom copes with dad so caught up in his church and working out in the gym and never complains he neglects her a lot. I'd say she had plenty to keep herself occupied with the black hoodlums in the basement and the Seattle sports teams and of coarse our dozens of teenage black muscular Volunteers helping around the house.
We had a simple wedding with mom, my twenty brothers Paul and his parents. He doesn't have any brothers and sisters. Our reception was small. Mom said good bye at the front door and took me aside. She said she wanted just the two of us to have a few minutes to say good bye because it would be a long time before seeing each other. She looked around as if making sure no one could hear her saying good bye to me. "Many of the things you've seen me doing with our dozens of volunteers hasn't exactly been the way I've explained to you and your dad over the years. I have left you and your dad in the dark what we are actually doing. Between you and me, don't let on to Paul, he will find out soon enough. The motel is holding a two week soccer tournament and all the teams are staying at your motel the entire two weeks. That's why I made sure to book your honeymoon at that motel during these two weeks. I know you have the same jeans I have so you will soon be a real crowd pleaser with all the teenage soccer players. Don't be surprised how they will behave in front of Paul. I was told they were hoping to get real kinky for even more excitement. Just go along with them and all will be very enjoyable for you. By the way I know I've never taught you about sex. I'll let you in on a secret I've kept from you and your dad. The muscular teenage black hoodlums in the basement, city team men players like basketball, football and soccer, as well as our dozens of muscular, teenage black volunteers fuck my pussy, ass and throat and that is what sex is. Between you and me it is kinkier and hotter having sex in front of your dad. Of coarse you and your dad didn't actually realize I was having sex with the dozens of volunteers directly in front of you. I always covered up with excuses what we were doing. So you have a wonderful honeymoon and make sure you meet up with all the hot black men in Detroit while Paul is at the construction site and gym." She lowered her voice even more, I could barely hear her. "Enjoy the hot soccer players as soon as you meet them. They want to get hot and kinky the moment they meet you."
"Thank you mom." Was all I could think to say not understanding what she was taking about but I guess I eventually would. I kissed mom on the cheek walking to dad's car and getting in dad taking Paul and I to the airport.
Once we landed and got our luggage together we took a cab to the motel we'd be spending the next couple of weeks of our honeymoon. When we arrived at the motel we went to the front desk in front of the also large motel lobby. A great looking man in his early twenties was at the front desk. He was wearing a tight fitting sleeveless white unbuttoned white shirt that revealed his tanned muscular chest, wash-board stomach and biceps.
"Good afternoon." The good looking man greeted. "You must be Mr. and Mrs. Thompson. I've been expecting you."
"Yes we are." My husband Paul answered. "My mother-in-law made the reservations. But please call us Paul and Barbie."
"Welcome to our motel Paul and Barbie. I promised your mother to provide everything and I do mean everything me and the staff have to offer for you Barbie. She insisted the more I provide for you the more me and the staff will enjoy each other the next couple of weeks Barbie." The great looking blond desk clerk walked around the lobby desk. He was only wearing tight black, short hiphuggers, so low I could see his crotch hair and beginning of his thick cock. His black dress pants looked well worn over the years, revealed more than just his muscular legs but also his good size hairy balls and huge cock snaking down the right leg of his shorts. His massive cock head bulge was less than an eighth an inch from the bottom of his shorts. He reached his hand out shaking Paul's hand before wrapping his arms around me making sure to push his entire body against my body. I felt his large cock, growing hard, pressing against my stomach. When he stepped back there was no doubt his huge cock was rock hard pushing against the practically, transparent black dress pants. "I hope you are alright with grating your dear wife with a hug. I just want to express to your wife how thankful her mom chose this motel for you both to spend your two week honeymoon." The good looking six-two, blond muscular desk clerk, in his early twenties, greeted.
"Thank you for making us feel welcomed." Paul said as if not noticing the way the desk clerk was dress or lack of what he was wearing. Maybe he had grown use to the way mom's, tall, muscular black teenagers dressed over the year so didn't bother him.
"I hope you are not upset the way we are dressed in these uniforms. They had been the same uniforms the staff had worn when she and her husband had worn when they spent their honeymoon here. Unfortunately she must have forgotten at the time a group of boy scouts had been helping out at the hotel and they were only in their early teens. The material has warn pretty thin from being washed so many times. My new staff are all eighteen and nineteen as well so much taller and muscular than the boys scouts." The hot tall blond said smiling looking down at his wide open sleeveless shirt and extra tight black dress pants. "Excuse me I hope you don't mind but this shirt is too tight. Do you mind if I take it off." He asked but took it off before I had a chance to answer him, revealing his smooth, muscular chest and stomach. He smiled and flexed his muscular biceps looking directly at me.
"It doesn't bother me." I answered before giving Paul a chance to say anything. It didn't bothered me since I was use to seeing men half undressed as well as nude, all my life. Only dad never wore tight shorts, after all I have twenty black brothers if there not wearing shorts they are wearing tight bathing suits and even my younger broths have huge bulges in their shorts, bathing suits and totally nude. I am the oldest in the family and the only girl and I just turned twenty one. I know my mom is blond and dad is German decent. My brothers, uncles and myself look totally different than our parents and grandparents. Mom explained to me that there is African blood on her side of the family going back to the slave days. For some reason the African digerati came out in her brothers, my uncles and my brother, and I guess partly in me as well. Although I looked more Italian than I did African. So I wasn't uptight about seeing this hot half nude stud standing in front of me.
Those were only my brothers and didn't count the dozens of tall, muscular black teenage volunteers that went bare chested. They wear very much like the hot blond was wearing, tight black dress pants revealing more than their muscular legs but also their big cock and balls bulges. Not only had I seen their cock and balls bulges, I had seen their cocks and balls good and hard as well. Some times they were nude right in from of dad but mom always had a reasonable explanation why the volunteers or brothers were nude in front of dad. Even with so much nudity mom never sat me down to teach me about sex and we didn't have sex education in school. So I didn't know what was really involved with sex.
"Anyway changing the subject. What is your name?" I asked. "I don't want to keep refuting as the desk clerk."
