“Can I try some of that?” “I thought you didn’t need it?” There we were again, sitting on Miles’s couch with our soft cocks in our hands, about to start another session. The heat was holding strong through mid-September, sweat ran down the side of my face and trickled under my arms as he asked to use some of my lube. “I don’t,” he replied from inside his t-shirt as he peeled it off, tossing it in the corner, “but if you b...