We have to help the companion

The warehouse smelled of sack dust and mid-morning sweat. The sun seeped through the dirty skylights and fell directly on my bare back as I stacked the 50-kilogram sacks on top of each other. The heat was the kind that clings to your body, the kind that makes your work pants stick to your thighs and makes every movement make you feel the humidity between your skin and the fabric.

I was placing the last row when I heard Dani's boots on the cement floor. It wasn't necessary to turn around to know it was him: he walked with that slow and heavy step that he has when he comes to seek conversation.

"Damn, what a fucking heat," he said behind me, leaning on the metal shelf.

I kept lifting sacks, letting the sweat slide down my spine.

"What's up?" I replied without looking at him yet.

He came closer. I noticed his shadow covering my shoulder.

"That Laura... I don't know, man. She's been staring at me all the time during the break. She brushed her arm against mine as she passed by, told me some crap about how I looked "very good" today... and I don't know, it's gotten me all worked up."

I let out a short laugh and finally turned towards him. He was red, not just from the heat. His breathing was a bit accelerated and his pupils were dilated.

"So what? Do you like her or what?" I asked him, wiping the sweat from my forehead with my forearm.

"It's not that... It's just that just thinking about it has gotten me rock hard. I've been trying to get it to go down for half an hour and nothing. It's driving me crazy."

I looked down without disguising it. The bulge in his work pants was evident, thick, straining the worn blue fabric.

I took a step towards him, slowly. I extended my hand and brushed his fingers against the relief of his cock over his pants. He let out a short gasp and pulled back half a meter abruptly, as if I had given him a cramp.

"Calm down," I told him in a low voice, looking him in the eye. "Do you want me to help you with that... or do you prefer to go to the bathroom to jerk off quickly thinking about Laura?"

He remained silent for a few seconds. He bit his lower lip. Then he swallowed and murmured:

"Help me."

That was all that was needed.

I took him behind the last shelf, where the stacked pallets formed a kind of improvised wall. There, no one could see us from the entrance. I knelt in front of him without taking my eyes off him. I pulled down his pants and underwear abruptly to mid-thigh. His cock sprang free, thick, red from the pressure, with the tip already gleaming with pre-cum.

I grabbed it with one hand while with the other I pulled up his sweaty shirt to his chest. He smelled of man, of work, of accumulated desire. I approached his left armpit first, still raised because he had his arm up holding onto the shelf. I put my nose in and breathed deeply. Salty, intense, hot. I stuck out m...