Solo Pleasure With Zag Bagatelle

Hello! I’m Zag, a mid-40s, unassuming, nice guy with a handsome penis, who lives for being supportive of the people that mean the world to me. I’m a cisgender (mostly) hetero male who's always found bodies of all types fascinating. I am a musician and a writer. 

I love my body and have recently begun exploring it more through photography. As I get older (and hotter), I’m becoming more proactive about strengthening my physique, and self-care plays a huge role in that. I feel like I’m in the best shape I’ve been in since my teens, and, as with my self-discovery during that formative period, I’m learning to love myself in new ways. 

I have lots of close female friends who complain about the lack of effort in the dick pics they get from dudes, so it’s a mission of mine to take photos of my cock that are cognizant of that. I primarily do this for me and my own enjoyment, but if someone wants to see my “junk”, the last thing I want is for it to actually look like junk. 

A dick pic should be aesthetically pleasing and tantalizing to the eye — y’know, like pussies, boobs, and butts. This practice has given me a new appreciation for my own cock, as well as other people’s, when they put the care and effort to give their dongs a nice DING! Stick around ‘til the end for a few personal examples. 😉

The first time I ever came was in 6th grade when a friend was spending the night. We smuggled some issues from my dad’s extensive Playboy collection into my room to go along with our endless entertainment of video games and action movies for the night. I can’t even recall how we got on the topic, but we started talking about how hard our penises were. 

They proceeded to tell me a story about hooking up with some girl (which was most likely a lie as this kid was not a ladies man… and we were both like 12!), and how good it feels to cum. My curiosity got the best of me, and we both ended up jacking off until we came, which was my very first time. It was a very scary experience because once I came, the cum would NOT STOP coming out of me. I was a faucet of unlimited steamin’ hot semen, and I was not prepared for it… But it sure was exciting.  

These days, masturbation is my primary form of sex, and I don’t regard it as a lesser form of sex than being with another person. I’ve been in a relationship with my partner for an amazing 15+ years, but sex doesn’t really play a huge part in our lives together these days. 

And it’s not for any reason other than we enjoy the time we spend together doing other things. Our intimacy is expressed in a myriad of ways that are personable, unique, and exciting to us, and that’s really all that matters. Plus, I simply love how my own touch excites me, even more so these days than having sex, because I can listen to my own body and take myself places I’m curious to go in the moment. Self-care, folks! 

As a fiery ass Aries, I need to cum every few days, or I’ll go crazy. Once a day is the sweet spot, but I love blowing a load all over myself that’s been built up over a few days. Warm and gooey all over my hands, while my cock throbs from an energetic release to the beat of my heart. I am quite literally horny all the time, so all it takes to inspire me is how much I want to touch myself at any given moment.

I am an extremely visual person, so I love to look at photos or videos of women I find attractive, but not so much “thotty” content, more…people in the midst of their craft, whether it’s models working the runway, singers and dancers performing, bts moments from shoots, etc. Heck, I’ll even memory bank someone I saw in the street who’s simply holding my gaze through their style and confidence. 

I also enjoy using the occasional pornography of creators whose work I value, especially if they’re artists with whom I have personal relationships. I also really enjoy consensual videos and photos of hot moments from the past with friends and lovers. I think maybe it’s because all of these examples are brimming with care and intention in some way or another. That gets me off so much. 

Sometimes it’s fun to FaceTime a friend if they’re in the mood too, and let them watch me cum for them. For instance, I spent half an hour stroking myself in a hotel shower to completion for a flirty co-worker who was always getting into ratchet situations with others in the office. I didn't want to feel left out, so I gave them their own live stream. 

Now, when it comes to the deed itself, it’s one that’s grown to become somewhat ritualistic for me. With the craziness of life, it’s pretty easy to get caught up in the never-ending pace of the world. This is how I reclaim my peace of mind, body, and soul through each intentional stroke of my penis. 

Nowadays, I’m most often pleasuring myself in the shower. It’s simple and leads to no messy cleanup. I get the water nice and warm, and hop in. I grab myself with my right hand and start to give myself low and slow strokes as the water hits my chest. My left hand is free to caress myself and act as a supplement. It’s kinda like “job speak” — soft skills on the left, (very) hard skills on the right. 

As I’m tantalizing myself through gentle touch, I’m also beginning to ramp myself up, slowly. I love how the water feels against my shaft and how full my dick feels in the palm of my hand. I imagine other people’s hands on it, and how delightful it would be to passed around palm-to-palm like a game of hot potato. This spud’s for you, if you can handle it! 

My left hand journeys across my personal landscape. I wish I were brave enough to really get a finger or two deep inside my ass, but the thought alone tends to do the job. I’m working up a wonderful rhythm as my mind begins to race about how I wish I were doing this for an audience. 

I want others to share in the moment as my dick looks so delectable during its workout. This one-man shower show is everything I need it to be: hot, steamy, wet, and once I finally reach my “destination”, oh so cummy. 

When it comes to non-shower moments, it’s a little different. Living in the path of an airport, it’s nice to look up to the heavens and imagine myself on any number of planes that pass by, getting handsy under a blanket with a partner, or experiencing the Mile High Club with a beautiful stranger en route to a frivolous location for a weekend of off-the-cuff decisions. 

I lay there on my bed, and I pull my pants down. I’m most likely already rock hard now. The precum has started to seep out of my urethra, and I like to take my index finger and rub it into the head of my penis in a circular motion.

Often, it’s enough to act as a pre-lube to give my cock a nice sheen. But I want it glistening for this moment, so I reach for my bottle of lube, (my current fave is Uberlube. Try it, it’s great. This isn’t an ad btw, but I wouldn’t mind a sponsorship though lol). 

Before I know it, I’m shining, gliding my hand back and forth as I drift off into a blissful excursion. I don’t wreck my cock. I don’t believe in jacking off like a neanderthal. These are moments of pleasure, so I’m going low and slow, working myself up into a tizzy. A gentle one, but a tizzy, nonetheless. 

I feel myself getting closer to climax as I envision ideas and moments that play me like a fiddle. I have a great collection of indie smut (support physical media!) that speaks to the creativity I desire and sparks my excitement, so I’ll spread out a few images to supplement the moment. Once my climax is in sight, I relinquish myself to the occasion and cum.

It’s gooey and gushing out of me like a beautiful, rich icing that’s just begging for some warm cake to spread on gratuitously. My cock is throbbing to its own beat, seeping the seed of life all over itself. 

Oftentimes, this is motivation enough to keep going, so I do. My cum, acting as a lubricant itself for the next round or two. I feel so spent, yet oddly replenished after making myself cum three times in a row. And in this case, the aforementioned shower remains just that. A time for me to gather and clean myself, happy with how much I came and how fulfilling the whole instance was.

The thing that I’ve been experiencing more recently — that I often chase now — is a euphoric sense of inspiration at the moment of climax, especially if I’m cumming to someone who I admire creatively. It fuels my creativity to no end when this happens, and makes me more productive. In these climactic moments, I often find I’m gifted with incredible spurts of creativity to go along with my spurts of jizz. Songs and story ideas have come to life from such incredible instances.

There’s something about my own touch that brings me so much joy that no one else will ever be able to replicate, and it turns me on to no end. I am sexy to me, and it makes me want to pleasure that person on the receiving end (myself) to the best of my abilities. 

So, please excuse me while I take a moment or more to go to town on myself. I have some ideas that need to be brought to fruition.