"I had a regular customer that came in to my Long Beach bar for years, starting around 06-07. He was around 60. Good looking, tall man. Very athletic. Smart. Fun to be around. Always a good tipper to our staff. One day I found out he was a retired NBA player. He never told me. So I brought it up one day and he confirmed. Pretty modest guy. He played in the league for 8 years. Made pretty good, but not get rich money. He knew I liked the sex and was a sexed up deviant. One day he had a couple too many and told me when he was in the league, he "had new dollies every night". At home. On the road. He figured in the mid-hundreds by the time he retired. Some of them were married. He said they just wanted to "suck my cock". And begged for it. He asked me if I wanted to see it! Being bi-sexual and a freak I said, "Sure. But after the bar closes." He stayed. About 230 AM. he went in the restroom to "freshen up" and came back out naked except a pair of multi-colored bikini briefs. I knew what was going to happen. I had him into my office in back and had him sit down on the couch. He was still a sexy man. Fit. He untucked an enormous, gorgeous cock and said, "See! So many of them could not resist!" Lucky bastard. He was bisexual in turned out, closeted. I was breathing heavy and nervous as fuck and hard as steel and I went down on that gorgeous tube steak and he started lightly tickling his own nipples. He blew a gallon down my throat and was practically screaming when he came. I rinsed out and then he sucked me off and he had a velvet mouth. Super sensual and skilled cock sucker. I lost a massive load all over his face and down his throat. He rinsed out and we had a drink and just sat on the couch until about 4 in the morning and he told me he did not "go gay" until he retired and started "hitting the bars". He still loved "dollies" and was actually still fucking a few from the 1970s, including a Superior Court Judges wife and his cabin in Avalon. He asked me if we could formally "go to bed together" and so I accepted and drove out to his house in Palm Springs a couple months later and we made love. He fucked my ass raw. Emptied load into it like no other. For a 60-year old guy he could sure perform. Nonstop hard-on and multi-loads. Best man sex I had in years. One night he showed me a photo album he kept of many of the women he had sex with in the 70s. All were old Polaroid shots. Dozens. 70s hotties in two-pieces and high heels, some naked, a couple sucking his beautiful toes, and one a drunk friend took of him blasting load into am NBA groupie he said he later found out was a spy for another team! I laughed. We both masturbated to the pictures and tickled each others nipples while doing so. Came loads. I stayed with him four days. We decided to keep it "friends" and not play around anymore as he felt he had "scratched his itch". Me too. He came into the bar from time to time when he stayed at his Long Beach condo. But we never had sex again. poor guy died a few years later of heat exhaustion while, apparently, fucking some young twink in the summer heat in Palm Springs outside by his pool. That's the real story. The official story was "unknown health causes". I met the twink at his funeral. A cutie. He said our friend told him one time he had made love to over 50 men and never got AIDS. But he got Herpes from a female hooker. I got lucky. Still STD free to this day. Miss that guy. The sexiest cock I have ever sucked and been fucked."