Classic SPACE CADET - Shaded Sketch!

Happy Sunday evening, my friends. 

A lot of you have been asking me for more Byron/Emil Durand material lately. Seems I'm not the only one who enjoys their Daddy/Son relationship. Heh! Heh! 

Anyhow, I drew you this shaded sketch and wrote a silly, but kinda hot little story to go with it. 

Enjoy! XD Soooooo much more hot male art is on the way. Stay Tooned! 

BYRON and EMIL in "Latex and body oil"! 

Byron was going through his closet, pulling out all of the old costumes he’d ever worn as Space Cadet. Sure, he was Naked Justice now, but that didn’t stop him from reminiscing.  

His father, Emil was there to help.  

“You certainly did go through many looks as Space Cadet, Son. That’s a lot of costumes!”

“I know Dad… it’s kinda crazy, actually!”

Byron reached back into the cupboard and produced from it his very first flight suit.  

“Wow! Remember this one, Dad? It was my first flight suit ever! It doesn’t even have the blue stripes on it. This thing’s made of pure latex and sheer willpower!”  

Emil chuckled and produced his phone from his pants pocket.  

“Why not see if it still fits?”

Byron cocked his head to the side as he studied the garment.  

“I dunno, Dad. I’ve put on a lot of muscle mass since I last wore this thing.”

“Don’t be silly”, Emil egged him on.  

“I’m sure you can still fit it. We’ll take some snapshots and you can post them to your Instagram account… for the fans of your Space Cadet days!”

Byron smiled. He was definitely feeling up to the challenge.  

“Twist my rubber arm! Alright… let’s do it! Just gimme a minute to...”

Byron pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing his magnificently chiseled abdomen and his perfectly waxed muscle tits. Emil figured there would be no harm in snapping photos as his son disrobed. More material for Social Media.  

Instinctively, Byron reached for the zipper of his pants, and halted, suddenly a little timid.  

“Can… can you turn around, Dad? Please?”

“Son, I’ve seen your penis before. The whole world has. It’s a little late to be shy about it now, don’t you think. Besides, how can I snap photos if I’m not facing you?”

Byron howled, clearly amused.  

“HA! HA! HA! You’re right. Keep snapping those shots, Dad. I’ll have to crop a lot of the photos, but I bet the fans will love ‘em anyway!”  

Off came the trousers, then the socks, and Byron was suddenly completely naked.  

He reached for the hanger holding the original Space Cadet costume. He removed the garment and began to slip into it. Emil clicked away as he realized that his son had been correct about one thing: He definitely no longer fit properly into the suit. The front of the costume refused to close up.  

“See? I told you, Dad. My pecs are way too big now. Also, it’s really squishing my balls! I can’t even zip this sucker up!”

Emil rubbed the goatee on his chin a moment, considering the situation. Out of the corner of his eye, he  spotted a bottle of body oil on the dresser next to the closet.  

“I know! We’ll rub you down in body oil. The photos will be even nicer that way, and the slipperiness should help with fitting the uniform better.”  

Byron only nodded as he continued to futz with the zipper of his old uniform.  

A couple of hefty squirts of body oil into the palm of his hand, and Emil approached Byron.  

“May I?”

“For sure!”  

Emil firmly planted his hands onto Byron’s tiddies. He could feel the piercings that bisected Byron’s nipples. He rubbed the oil in gently. Byron’s pecs shook, large slabs of perfectly muscled meat. His nipples hardened, perking up.  

Pecs tended to, Emil’s hands rubbed further down. Byron’s washboard abs soon glistened with lotion, and Emil dipped even lower, well into his son’s pubic hair. The curly strands softly clung to Byron’s well-oiled cocoa skin.  

Emil paused, wondering if he should go further. Byron could never post photos of his penis on Instagram – at least not if he hoped to keep his account from being suspended – but perhaps he could use them elsewhere, in some other way. Maybe share them on Tumblr.?

Byron had managed to squeeze his cock into the flight suit, but the poor beast was rather uncomfortable, squeezed and squished and folded miserably.  

Throwing caution to the wind, Emil slid his hand down even further, plunging it into Byron’s crotch, well beneath the latex of the costume. Byron gasped, mildly surprised, but not complaining. Emil fished around until he was able to wrap his fingers around his son’s considerable girth.  

Gently, Emil pulled Byron’s thick uncut meat from its confines. Byron released a sigh of relief.  

While still mostly flaccid, it was evident that Byron’s member was beginning to harden. The hood of his foreskin covered his glans, the lip pouting tantalizingly.  

“I know what would make this even better!” exclaimed Emil!  

Another squirt of body lotion into his hand, and Emil was almost ready to resume taking the photos! He reached for Byron’s penis with both hands and clutched the base and the tip. Slowly he retracted the silky layer of flesh that covered the glistening mushroom head beneath it. Emil rolled Byron’s foreskin as far back as it would go and he could feel the member thickening and growing stiffer beneath his grip.  

Once fully retracted, Emil stroked the exposed head, coating it with the body lotion. Byron’s purple knob glistened and looked like a precious jewel, glinting in the light. Byron smiled, obviously proud of his endowment.  

Emil backed away admiring his son’s physical perfection as Byron continued to stroke his cock. Impossibly the organ seemed to get even harder.  

“Holy! I’m so shiny! HA! HA”!

“You look incredible! I think we can resume with the photos, now!”  

“Snap away, Dad. Snap away!”

The End!

Byron Durand / Space Cadet / Naked Justice are © Copyright and ™ 2018 Patrick Fillion / Class Comics Inc. All rights reserved.