“I can’t wear suits that aren’t custom made,” Brock said with a bit of a smirk. “Why’s that?” “I bust through them! Every time!” “Where?” My eyes started to wander and really take in how stacked he was! “Every seam... It’s usually the ones on the shoulders and thighs that give out first!” Brock is a massive piece of man. He’s 27 and working out has always been a big part of his life. “I’ve just always wanted to be a big guy, even when I was little,” he said. “I would just try to lift, throw, or bench anything I could get my hands on!” We decided to measure his muscles to see how big he really was. “How big do you think your arms are?” “Last time I measured them they were around 18 inches...” He was right. His huge biceps measured 18 inches! “49 inch chest....” I said. “Holy shit that’s huge!” After that, Brock really wanted to measure his dick. “It’s been a while since I’ve measured down there.” He grabbed the tape and went to work. “7 inches by 6!” “That’s pretty good!” He started to blush... I love when the big beefy ones get bashful!