“It’s not golf.Not really.”
“It’s about all I can handle.”He pointed a club at me.
“Okay.Show me your mad putt-putt skills.”I was completely charmed by Godwin’s effort, and I was determined to enjoy the day.
I managed to make a hole-in-one, but Godwin still beat me.It was fascinating, and down right amazing to see a different side of him.He was a stoic man, but on the putting green, he loosened up.A little.He was as competitive as me, though, which turned out to be a lot of fun.
As we returned our putters, my stomach growled.“How about we pick up food on the way back to your place?”I asked.
“You got it.Burgers?Chicken?Pizza?”
“Sushi?”
Godwin pulled a face and stuck out his tongue.“You’re kidding, right?”We hadn’t done a lot of eating out in our time together.He couldn’t have known how health-conscious I was, other than the fact that I was a professional athlete.
“I don’t do junk food.”I shook my head and rubbed my hand down my chest.“I gotta keep this bod in shape, man.”
Godwin did a dramatic eye roll.“I don’t know where to get sushi.”
“I do.This is my hometown, too, you know.”
“I’d kind of forgotten that.Okay, hotshot, I’ll follow you, but maybe we can stop by a burger joint, too?”
“Uh, how about you try the sushi?It’s fucking good, dude.”
Godwin crowded me in against the car.“How about that earns you a punishment?”One of his eyebrows quirked up in a dirty smirk.
“Okay, I’ll play.How about you eat the sushi with me, and I’ll let you spank my ass until your hand hurts.”
“Deal.”He leaned even closer and bit my nose.
I laughed, even though I wasn’t sure what I’d agreed to.His antics were killing me.My cock pressed painfully against my jeans.Whatever was between us, it was going to be enjoyable.
I hadn’treallyseen Godwin’s house.I thought I had, but the one time we were here, I’d seen his bedroom, bathroom, kitchen where we ate breakfast, but the house was more than that.Much more.This time I got the whole tour.
The living room was huge with a fireplace and was elegantly decorated.He had three other rooms.One was an office.“Boring,” he said with a shrug as I shut the door.
The next room over was the surprise.Two large tables in the center had matchsticks and the makings of a mansion on them.Shelves along the back wall held previously put together models.“What’s all this?Do you make these?”
“It’s a hobby.”He shrugged as if it were nothing, but from what I could see, it was incredible.
“One you’re good at.Hell, I bet you could sell these.”
“Nah...”Before we could discuss it further, he ushered me back to the hallway.“Guest bath.”He opened the door to a large room with gorgeous tile that rivaled what he had in his the master bathroom.“And guest room.”He opened the last door to a comfy room.“My brother stays over some times.”
“The brother that makes the trusses?”I asked, curious now and wanting to hear more.“Or do you have another?”
“No, just Beau.The truss king.It’s only the two of us.”
“Beau?”
“Short for Beuford, which he hates.”
“Yeah, I can see that.And how about the pool?”
“How about after that Sushi you’re forcing on me?”He led me back to the kitchen, where we opened the plastic containers.
“This one is a California roll,” I explained.“It has artificial crab and cucumbers.That kind of thing.Nothing raw.You might like that best.But this is my favorite.”I pulled out the eel roll.“I love the sauce they use.”
