"When I was a young homosexual, at the age of 3 or 4, I was very shy about the sexy queer torso that I was beginning to develop. My parents often commented on the beauty of my infantile gay chest. Mom once said it was "provocative." Dad appreciated the supple lumps of white flesh of my pecs, and he was proud that I had genically inherited the beauty of his own male breasts. But I myself was embarrassed by the stunning prettiness of my torso, and at such a young age I was confused by the perceived value and relevance of my chest. Humiliated by my precocious homosexual pecs and large pink nipples, I refused to show my body to any of the other guys in elementary school. I wore dark, baggy clothes, and I felt ashamed of my young queer body. But later, when I joined the men's junior varisty gymnastics team in high school in Orlando, I started to enjoy having massive sexy pecs. That was also when I started sucking cock for the first time. After gynamistics practice, when all of the guys were sucking each other's dicks in the locker room, the guys would swoon over my beautiful chest while stripping out of their spandex tights to get on their knees for an hour. When I finally graduated from high school and started working as a cast member at Disney World, the massive beauty of my chest won me the opportunity to wear the Donald Duck costume at parades at the Magic Kingdom. Few people would know that ducks (and any animal with a bill) have massive chests — this is the reason that fried schezuan duck is so tasty — so to wear the Donald Duck outfit it is necessary for the body to have depth and breadth with a hard chest. (A female Donald Duck is laughable.) Yes, my naked pecs were hidden behind cheap colored fabric made in China, but underneath the duck outfit I felt psychologically emancipated. It was clear for everyone to see: this duck has got some massive queer pecs. It is true, in order to publicly display my pecs I had to hide them behind duck stuffing. But with that big duck head on, and with the manicured duck feathers carressing my bare forearms and abs, I was proud of my stunning homosexual pecs and, what's more, I was proud of me. My current boyfriend refers to me as "Queer Duck," after the title character on the animated series on Showtime, and with his support I now ruffle and preen my feathered duck chest with pride. I am less proud of my penis though. Working on it."

— John J.