"Hello? Is someone there?"
Gabriel stood in front of the gate with a basket under his arm, clapping and shouting, but no one answered. In front of him, around thirty meters down a sloop, stood a wooden house with faded white paint, its size almost that of a cabin with a tall tree, almost double the height of the house, at the back, and its slide-up glass windows with bug nets appeared to be open, with its lights inside turned on. _Perhaps they just haven't heard_, he assumed.
Gabriel opened the gate and allowed himself into his neighbor's small farm and approached the front of the house. He entered the balcony, knocked and shouted but yet again no one answered. Indeed, the lights were on. He peeked at the window and saw furniture all over the place, a couple of boxes and some cleaning tools.
The property wasn't that big so wherever the neighbor were he was bound to be back soon, considering how he left his home. Gabriel considered waiting but ultimately pulled a small notebook and a pen to write a note and leave his welcome gift by the door.
"But wait, what if there's a back-door?"
Gabriel had selected a few crops of his harvest: tomatoes, carrots, onions, garlic, some greens, oranges and berries, plus a generous slice of a chicken pie he had baked for lunch earlier and some coffee his own brother had roasted. If his neighbor somehow missed the basket the pie would go bad by the morning and most likely spoil most of the rest.
So he left the balcony and walked around the house to check. Seen from the side it looked more like a normal sized house than he had first thought. The birds were chirping to the sunset and the hot and humid wind howled through the leaves of the trees all around the neighborhood. Right at the corner there was another glass window - this one closed - and another one at the back so that he could see through the corner through them, the kitchen. Through them he saw the trunk of the tree he had spotted earlier.
After he turned to the back of the house, Gabriel had dropped his basket on the ground and stood his mouth agape. There was his neighbor, bathing with his back to him, under a shower head mounted to a branch of the tree.
Naked.
There stood a man smaller than him but by no means of short stature, probably ten or fifteen centimeters short of Gabriel's 1.90m. A bare chest but hairy bottom, including his ass, with an apparent tribal tattoo on top. The legs were quite thick in comparison to his upper body, specially his thighs and calves. Before Gabriel was able to react and consider reaping the contents of his basket from the ground and turning around to leave, the stark sound of the basket hitting the ground caught the attention of the man in front of him.
The man turned quickly turned around with eyes wide open with legs flexed, tense shoulders, his palms covering his face, his slightly ajar mouth. After an instant of assessing the situation, specially the basket with its contents fallen on the ground and that big man frozen in place with his eyes staring at him, he quickly broke out of his shock and relaxed his body.
"What the hell, man, don't scare me like that!" The man on the shower said, putting his hands on his chest and breathing heavily.
"S-sorry, I didn't mean to invade." Gabriel crouched to rearrange his basket and to get his eyes distracted from his neighbor that was now facing him, though every now and then he'd lean his head to peek at the the shiny metallic spots at the man's nipples and cock. "I thought there was nobody home and wanted to give you this basket as a welcome gift. Sorry, again."
"Don't sweat it," he said, soaping up his chest. "You're the one I saw earlier this morning, right? While I was jogging."
Gabriel turned to his side to try and give the man some privacy. "Yes. I live in the small farm about 10 minutes from here, you saw me while I was taking care of my garden." Gabriel put his free hand in his pocket and discreetly tried to rearrange his cock inside his pants.
"Indeed."
"I'm Gabriel, by the way, nice to meet you."
"I'm Bruno, likewise, and thanks for the gift." He pointed at the clear bag of berries sitting in the basket. "Are these jabuticabas?"
"Ah, yes, these are-" Gabriel grabbed them and turned to show to Bruno only to be greeted by him washing his crotch, one hand between his cock and balls and the other in his belly, then turned around back again. "Sorry. I-I should leave."
"Hey, it's no problem, man, no need to be embarrassed. I'm used to bathing together with others after training. You're fine."
"R-right."
"Besides, it's my first very day living here, and there's nothing around but hills and woods, not a single other building in sight. Wouldn't you do the same too?"
"Do what?"
"Take a bath naked in the backyard, that is. What else would it be?"
Gabriel turned around the other way to not face Bruno and looked at the scenery. Indeed, his property was somewhat special in this region: well surrounded by hills in every direction with mostly wild vegetation, the only exception being a hill in the front with coffee plantations, and a small river, almost imperceptible, cutting the two hills in the far back.
Gabriel nodded. "Heh, true."
Bruno turned the faucet off. "Hey, can you pass me the towel?"
"Huh?"
"The one on the window behind you. Can you give it to me?"
Gabriel turned his neck to Bruno, who was shivering and with his arms crossed.
"Sure, sure." He grabbed the towel and decided to just throw it at him, but his body instinctively moved him towards Bruno and he put the towel in his hand.
Bruno smiled. "Thanks, pal. You're bigger than the first time I saw you."
"He he he. That might be because I was crouched when I waved at you today."
"Yeah, Might've been that."
Gabriel couldn't help himself to not look at Bruno's physique. His face had a short, dark stubble and his hair was trimmed short. The chest was bare but there was a patch of hair starting from his belly button to his crotch, where the maintained quite the respectable bush, big and dense. His arms were fit but slim, which up close was dissonant to his legs. But the detail that caught Gabriel's attention the most where the shiny metallic spots he had noticed a few moments earlier: Bruno had piercings and both his nipples, their shape similar to barbells, and a big and round one hanging from the tip of his cock.
While Gabriel's eyes were busy scanning Bruno's decorations, Bruno dried himself off and had his attention focused on how massive Gabriel was in comparison to him. His skin was brown, almost caramel, in comparison to his own white complexion. A shaved head with a thick and well trimmed beard, so long that up front one couldn't see his neck. His chest was big and wide, his pecs and big and round belly marking the fabric o his shirt.
It was Bruno who broke the spell as he rolled the towel around his lower parts. "Okay, I'm done," he said, then raised his hand and pointed to the door leading to the kitchen. "Shall we?"
Gabriel blushed immediately and didn't say a single word while Bruno walked beside him.
"Hey. You coming?"
"Y-yeah."
Gabriel turned around and followed Gabriel inside. He offered him a chair and excused himself to put on some clothes. While waiting Gabriel tried to shrug off the visions of the man he just saw naked in front of him but his hand was acting against him by rubbing his cock over his pants under the table. Up until now his neighbor seemed most pleasant to him, if not a bit too much into exhibitionism, but that might be attributed to a difference in culture, he pondered.
Bruno comes back with a thin long sleeve and a loose jeans shorts and stands by the stove. "You want some coffee? I baked a cornmeal cake earlier today as well."
"Yes, thank you very much. Wait, I brought some coffee as well, it's from around here and was roasted recently." Gabriel reached to the bag of beans and handed it to Bruno.
"Hey, thanks!" Gabriel brought the bag closer to his face and sniffed it. "I love the smell! But unfortunately I don't have a grinder..."
"Do you have a blender?"
"I do, I just need to find it in these boxes."
"Gotcha. I don't mind your coffee, then. I might have an extra manual grinder lying around at home too, if you're interested."
"Heh, fancy. I'm not used to those."
Bruno had set the water in the stove and put some spoons of store-bought ground coffee in a cloth filter, then sat in front of Gabriel.
"By the way, I closed the bug net in your front window. Plenty of mosquitoes here at night, you'll get eaten alive if you forget to close them."
