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On a clear morning in Hyrule, Link sleeps against the sole tree that stands at the top of one of the many grassy mountains. He’s shaded by the leaves, slumped forward in a peaceful rest that he hadn’t necessarily meant to take.
At the dead of night the evening before, Link was attempting a simple bath in one of the nearby mountaintop ponds when he was attacked by those irritating bone moblins. He only managed to cover himself with his boxers and item belts before they were too close to him to get further dressed. After an already full day of traveling and foraging, he was so completely over the day. When he returned to the pond, he just collected his belongings and set himself up next to the nearby tree, then sagged against the trunk in exhaustion.
And now, apparently, it’s morning. Link blinks warily at the valleys below him. The sun rises behind him, so thankfully he’s not blinded. He rubs his eyes and stretches his arms upwards, hearing minimal cracking in his joints. He’s so stiff. He didn’t even have a chance to stretch last night before sleep overtook him.
He wobbles onto his feet and does another upward stretch, which is infinitely more satisfying while standing. He groans through the cracking and pulling then deep breathes through stretching his body. Link’s eyes glaze over as he does his upper body routine. Windmills, shoulder and muscle stretches, and finally swinging his arms up quickly to arch his back with a satisfying pop!
He breathes in deeply while raising his arms, then breathes out slowly as he bends forward at the waist to touch his toes.
His casually rock-hard cock startles him.
It seems his boxers were damaged in the fight, and his cock has broken out proud and visible through a hole in the fabric. He finishes the stretch then stands upright again and stares at it. Well, that’s annoying.
He didn’t necessarily feel horny before noticing, but now that he’s staring down at his own dick that’s obviously yelling for attention, he has to admit that it's been some time since he’s been alone in a safe-enough location to pay some attention to himself. He runs his fingertip from the head of his cock to the base, and bites his lip.
He looks around. The mountain top is covered with soft grass, and all he sees in the distance are butterflies, and some birds on the other side. It’s past the time for bone enemies to appear, and it’s still so early that if there are other enemies nearby, they’re either still sleeping or just waking up.
Link gently cups the head of his cock in his palm and lets his back fall against the trunk of the tree. This is as good as he can hope for.
The anxiety that may accompany touching himself out in the open is something that he had to get over pretty quickly. He can’t even begin to list out all the random places his cum may be hiding across Hyrule. Link knows that may sound horribly perverted, but he doesn’t mean he’s skulking around like a crazy man touching himself. And if he’s traveling with someone, he keeps his pants on respectfully and focuses on his guard duties.
It’s just that when he travels alone as often as he does, there’s not really much of a point in being frugal about it. He’s not making anyone uncomfortable, he’s not taking up someone else’s time, and he highly doubts some random rocks he’s jizzed on will have anything to say on the matter.
All that said, touching himself out in the wild has become a non-stressor for him. He’s less likely to be interrupted on a mountain-top devoid of travelers than he is even in his own home, where people are incredibly too comfortable dropping by unannounced to say hello or offer goods and services to the Savior of Hyrule.
He sighs out, slowly relaxing his muscles as his hand travels gently down his cock. His other hand slips into the rip in his boxers, ripping it further. He winces, but honestly fuck it, because he’s going to have to fix them anyway. He cups his balls gently, rolling them in his fingers and humming in pleasure. The touches are soft, but they build slowly as he continues rubbing the tip of his cock.
Precum starts leaking from his tip and it builds the sensation. He spreads it as far as the amount will go, then just spits in his hand. He wanted to prolong this as long as he could, but his hips have already started twitching and his toes are curling against the grass. It’s been too long.
The easy slide of his hand down his cock makes him moan, and he leans his head back against the tree and closes his eyes. God. He tugs gently on his balls as he twists his hand back upward to the head of his cock and grips himself tightly underneath the head because whoa, that felt too good way too quickly and there’s no way he’s letting himself cum this soon.
He works himself slowly, his hips steadily arching forward as he does, until only his shoulders are keeping him upright against the tree.
Link is whimpering at this point, biting his lip hard, because even when he knows he’s alone he still can’t help his habit of keeping quiet. Not that it does much for the moans and groans that erupt unbidden from his throat. He removes the hand from his balls and spits into his palm, then pumps it up and down the shaft of his cock. His other hand focuses on the head, rubbing in tiny twisting motions. His thighs are shaking. He’s sweating. It feels fantastic.
When he cums, he digs his shoulders into the tree and finally frees his lip from his teeth to groan loudly. His load shoots far onto the grass. As he cums, he keeps his hands moving so the aftershocks make him tremble. He slowly stops, breathing heavy, when it becomes too much. His dick softens in his hands. He releases it, and takes a deep breath as he flexes his fingers and shakes them out.
That was great. One of the best ones he’s had in a while. He stares out across the view of Hyrule as he waits for his heartbeat to relax. Feeling this languid will be a great start to the day.
Maybe five minutes go by and Link decides it’s time to move on. It’s never a good idea to stay in one place for too long, and he’ll have to find another relatively secluded place to peacefully mend his ripped boxers. He does not want to have to worry about chafing on top of everything else. Link tucks himself back in and pushes off the tree to get the rest of his clothes on.
Except - suddenly - a piercing shiver runs up his spine, the tell-tale feeling of being watched.
Link dives for his sword before whipping each direction to find the source of the shiver. On his left side, where the butterflies had been earlier, the ears and eyes of a white bokoblin peak over the curve of the mountain, staring dead-on at Link. Link begins unsheathing his sword, but then the head ducks down and disappears.
Link waits. There’s no horn warning other bokoblins. There’s no sound at all. When it still doesn’t come running to attack, Link carefully walks to where the mountain curves and looks around.
It’s gone. There are tall rock peaks not too far from him that lead to the pond, and that’s where it may be hiding. Link looks down at himself, still mostly naked and soft cock peeking out of his boxers.
Maybe…he can let this one go.
Link quickly and quietly returns to the tree and redresses. He wishes blithely that he had his horse, but knows it’s too dangerous for them this high up in the mountains. He grabs all of his items together, throws them over his shoulder, and starts his trek the opposite direction of the white bokoblin.
It's strange. Usually they travel in packs, and the white ones are the most aggressive. Link wonders, how long was it watching him?
Then, his whole body flushes in curious shock. Was it…while…
No way. Obviously Link was distracted and vulnerable. That would have been the perfect time for it to attack. As well as being the most aggressive, the white bokoblins are usually the most clever. If it had attacked then, it definitely would have gotten an upper hand on Link.
So, no. It must have just been odd timing. And maybe it’s alone for some reason, and so it didn’t want to attack.
Link continues mulling over random reasons, but ultimately lets it go. He’s a decent distance away now, and with how large Hyrule is and how diverse his travel is, he’ll probably never see that particular bokoblin again.
Link’s groin area is already starting to feel uncomfortable. The left side of his dick keeps rubbing against his pants on every foot forward, which, especially when he’ll have to climb, will be a nightmare to endure. Worst case, Link can handle it, but he lives by the rule that if he doesn’t have to suffer, he won’t.
Eldin Canyon is nearby. He knows of a cave about half a days’ trek away that also has a body of water inside of it. Because of the proximity to Death Mountain, it won’t be horribly cold. He can try taking a bath again, and sew up his boxers.
And maybe, because it’s technically hidden from the outside, he can try his…hand…again at this morning's excursions.
This time, without any unwelcome visitors.