F. Jason Whitaker

Poems and Photography:

Words, Floating: Poetry And Photography:

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⁠⁠https://www.linkedin.com/in/jason-whitaker-6234b87⁠⁠

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Monday, April 29, 2024

29 Apr

Monday, April 29, 2024

Monday.

I won a Disney gift Card this morning.

I have one thing to do at 2 PM.

I do not know what I will do the rest of today or tomorrow.

Wednesday I am going somewhere early in the morning.

I need a boyfriend. I need him to hold me. I need him to wrap himself around me.

I want a first career.

I hope my life will improve soon.

I recall times before

in flashes of memory,

my history lived again and again

as seconds of time once lived by me.

I’ve had several older men suck my cock during my life. I wonder what they were thinking when they looked at me. I wonder what they were thinking while sucking my cock.

I do not want to be alone all of the time. I want a boyfriend.

I dream of having a boyfriend.

I wonder what it will be like to have that first boyfriend.

I’ve had sex.

I’ve never had a boyfriend.

I miss having sex.

I have not been with a guy who I was attracted to since I lived in California.

People quote the Bible so they can further their own agenda. They quote things that were falsely translated by a few men with their own agenda of hate.

Being LGBTQ+ is not a sin. Loving someone is not a sin.

Is there a bingo card for sexual positions?

I’d be interested in completing a game of bingo with a cute fit guy.

Poems and Photography:

Words, Floating: Poetry And Photography:

⁠⁠https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/Z6P9332V8VAW?ref_=wl_share⁠⁠

⁠⁠https://www.linkedin.com/in/jason-whitaker-6234b87⁠⁠

⁠⁠https://gurushots.com/jasonwhitaker29171/photos⁠⁠

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Sunday, April 28, 2024

28 Apr

Sunday, April 28, 2024

I have something to do tomorrow and Wednesday.

I am considering places I could go to meet a potential boyfriend. I want a first boyfriend.

I keep thinking about what my life would be like if I had a boyfriend.

I have been exercising more recently. I plan to exercise throughout the day on most days.

I hope to have a life soon.

I stare at the ceiling, stars stuck to the ceiling,

one planet remaining hanging from a string,

at night I would watch them glow faintly.

One night years ago,

in another room,

in another state,

I was on my bed

with him inside of me.

I recall the feeling

of his cock,

I recall the feeling of him

sliding into me.

I stare at the computer screen

thinking back to when

I was not always alone

and wish someone

to push into me.

I love the feeling of a guy sucking my cock. I like his mouth on my cock. I like it when he takes my cock into his mouth. I like the feeling when I finish while in his mouth.

A few times, I had a crush on someone older than me. Most of them were when I was a child and I had crushes on older boys. A couple of times after turning 13 I had crushes on older men.

What if people stopped telling children about religion and waited until they were 13 to begin telling them about religion? Wait until they enter adulthood to tell them about religion.

Once I was with a guy and I was so tired. It was not unusual for me to meet with a guy after spending hours talking with different guys. By the time I met with him, I was tired.

I was behind him. He was leaning across my bed. I was inside of him. I do not believe that I fell asleep but close to falling asleep.

It was not the guy. I liked the guy. He was cute and fit.

He told me to go faster.

I went faster.

I only met him once. I wish I could have met him more often. I wish that he could have become my boyfriend.

Poems and Photography:

Words, Floating: Poetry And Photography:

⁠⁠https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/Z6P9332V8VAW?ref_=wl_share⁠⁠

⁠⁠https://www.linkedin.com/in/jason-whitaker-6234b87⁠⁠

⁠⁠https://gurushots.com/jasonwhitaker29171/photos⁠⁠

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Saturday, April 27, 2024

27 Apr

Saturday, April 27, 2024

I feel tired.

I did laundry today.

I do not know what I will do tomorrow.

I will be busy on Monday and Wednesday.

I want a boyfriend. He should be between 5’2 and 5’6. He needs to be about my size. I am looking for a LTR.

I’m somewhat hopeful about my life getting better soon.

I have sucked dick a few times. I am particular about sucking cock. I will not suck a penis that smells bad or looks weird. I have to be in the mood to suck a dick.

I am versatile but I will only bottom for some. I will no longer top for anyone either. I mean anyone as in I am selective about who I top. I am more selective now than I have been in the past. I am also not interested in old men sucking my cock.

There is so much variety when it comes to cocks. Just because I like dick doesn’t mean I want any dick. I have no interest in giant dicks. If they are so big, they will not go anywhere near any opening on my body.

I’ve heard the music, the magic in the chords

played together,

words sang together,

and the sounds hit me

like I’m feeling the same feelings

as the song is giving.

Poems and Photography:

Words, Floating: Poetry And Photography:

⁠⁠https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/Z6P9332V8VAW?ref_=wl_share⁠⁠

⁠⁠https://www.linkedin.com/in/jason-whitaker-6234b87⁠⁠

⁠⁠https://gurushots.com/jasonwhitaker29171/photos⁠⁠

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Wednesday, March 27, 2024

27 Mar

Wednesday, March 27, 2024

I keep thinking about my writing and how much I want to do with my writing.

The problem is getting myself to sit down and write. The problem is getting myself to focus on my writing.

I have so many things that I would like to do and so many things that I am constantly thinking about.

Most days I do not do more than my daily routine because I become overwhelmed by all the possibilities. All of the thoughts in my head.

I have no idea what to do. I think of things I could do but I do not know how to achieve these goals.

I have no one to go to for advice. I am trying to figure out so many things on my own.

I was thinking about sex. I was thinking about the idea of sex.

I’ve had sex.

I was thinking about my penis inside of a guy. A part of me was inside of his body. I like the feeling of being inside of him. I like the feeling of my penis pulling out of him and going back inside of him.

I also like the feeling of his penis going inside of me. I like the feeling as the tip penetrates me.

I think back to the times I’ve had sex.

I think back to the times I’ve sucked a dick or had someone suck my dick.

I remember times when older men would suck my cock. I would, at times, look at them as they consumed me. I would watch their head go up and down. I would watch my cock as they took it into their mouth.

I recall being beneath a guy. I wrapped my legs around his body. His penis was inside of me. I pulled my body against his body because I wanted him.

There have only been a few times in which I wanted the guy I was with. The old men I only wanted them to suck my cock and leave. The guys my age who I was attracted to I wanted more. I wanted a relationship but I had no idea how to begin a relationship with anyone. I was afraid of rejection because I’d asked a couple of guys to be more than friends.

I like being next to a guy I am attracted to. I like to play with his nipples. I enjoy licking and kissing his body. I like nibbling on his ears. I enjoy sex.

I miss sex. I want sex and I want a relationship.

The problem is finding a guy who I am attracted to who is attracted to me.

How do you know you are attracted to someone?

I have a mental checklist, not a complete checklist at the moment, but things I would look for in a potential boyfriend.

I would need to want to spend time with him.

I would have to want to have sex with him.

There are other things I look for in a guy.

I could never know if I was attracted to a guy until I spent time with him.

He would have to have a nice cock.

Poem:

Slow days while dreaming of a time long gone.

I imagine you then.

I imagine you now.

I wonder if I ever knew you so well.

I asked you but your reply was no.

I don’t know what we had but I loved those hours.

Poems and Photography:

Words, Floating: Poetry And Photography:

⁠⁠https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/Z6P9332V8VAW?ref_=wl_share⁠⁠

⁠⁠https://www.linkedin.com/in/jason-whitaker-6234b87⁠⁠

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