"Were you two Sinkers trying to kill yourselves?" the green one asked.

Thom was about to answer when he noticed the presence of a hard object in his mouth. He prodded it with his tongue. It fit halfway into his mouth and had indentations for his teeth. He put his hand to his mouth to take it out.

"Don't do that! That's your breather," the green one said cantankerously. "That's what's keeping you alive down here. You're lucky someone spotted you trying to drown yourselves. You and your friend'll be alright. Now, what are you doing here?"

Thom tried talking around the breather, but the words didn't come out clearly. The Polynites seemed to be able to understand, though. They must have been practiced at it.

As Sir Madoc roused, Thom explained about the plague and the cure, and how they needed green sea fungus from them to save the village. He indicated the tabard at his hip and told them it meant Sir Madoc was a representative of their King. The green-haired one nodded. Fortunately, attention turned away from Thom and nobody asked just who he was.

"Of course! We'd be happy to help. We'll take you to the fungal beds and you can get what you need, but you two look exhausted. You need rest before you go any further. I insist that you stay as our guests a while. We have a special room that we've prepared for when humans visit. You won't need your breathers there. Mactel and Maruna here will take you there. My name is Marlin. If you need anything, call for me."

The two white-haired Polynites were obviously younger than Marlin was. They looked about 19 or 20. Mactel, the male, grabbed Sir Madoc around the chest and helped him to the corridor. Maruna gripped Thom about the shoulders, which he reciprocated, and they followed.

Thom studied his guide. She was very shapely. She had some sort of artificial scales on the breasts and crotch. She had yellow-green eyes that seemed somehow too big for her. Despite the pleasant company he was in, he found himself looking up the corridor to Sir Madoc and his guide. From this angle he could see that the knight was not helping to move much. He could watch both their asses and legs. Mactel's ass was tight, and Thom admired the ease with which he moved through the water. He hardly had to move his legs at all. Sir Madoc was barely kicking either but it had much less effect. Perhaps this was in part because Mactel's feet ended not in toes, but in flippers that flared out like a fishtail. Thom was getting aroused again. He was feeling urges that he couldn't put words to, things he wanted to do but couldn't picture. He just knew that Maruna never entered into it at all.

When they arrived at the room, they stopped in front of a ramp that led to the next floor up.

Maruna explained that they should wash the salt off their bodies with the fresh water provided, eat and rest. They would go to the fungal bed later that day. If they needed anything, they were to pull on the rope just inside the door, and someone would come to see them. Maruna and Mactel left them there. Thom found himself wishing Mactel had carried him instead.

The two swam upward toward the surface in their room. It was large and round, and one whole wall was a window exposed to the sea outside. The view was spectacular. Thom still had to help Sir Madoc to one of the sponge-covered pallets that served as beds. Fortunately he didn't need to be carried. Thom found washcloths near the freshwater basin. He wet one and went to work wiping off his own body. He removed his smallclothes and set them aside to tend to when it was more convenient.

Thom asked the knight if he needed help washing. He didn't answer. He was already asleep. Thom decided that he'd better do it now rather than later. He rolled Sir Madoc onto his stomach. He wet another cloth and rinsed all off the salt from his back and legs. This was the first time he'd seen the knight's body up close. He was nicely tanned - all over, which was a bit of a surprise. His triangular back had no marks on it. His legs were only slightly hairy.

Thom timidly reached for Sir Madoc's smallclothes and untied them. He hesitated, but he told himself that it was for Sir Madoc's own good to get them off. He pulled them down between his legs and tucked them in there. Thom examined Sir Madoc's ass more closely now. There were two perfectly hemispherical cheeks. Wiping them down made Thom excited, and Sir Madoc shifted in his sleep. Thom decided he'd better get on with it.

He rolled the knight over onto his back and took away the smallclothes. He put them with his own and wet the cloth again. He tenderly wiped Sir Madoc's face. It was quite handsome when it was relaxed in sleep. He had a slight smile. Thom moved down to the chest. His broad pectorals had no hair on them at all. Thom did notice a small scar just below Sir Madoc's left clavicle. He scrubbed the chest, and when he crossed the nipples, Sir Madoc stirred again. Thom chanced to look down at the man's penis. It was beginning to lengthen. Thom moved on to the arms. It would take both of Thom's hands to grip his biceps. His stomach had visible ridges on it, like a washboard. Thom skipped down to the legs. They were thick as beer kegs. Thom took a long time, making sure all traces of salt were gone.

Then Thom saw the knight's fully erect dick. It stood straight and tall. If he gripped it at the base, about a quarter of it would stick out above his hand. The raised pole exposed Sir Madoc's balls, which he'd not really seen before. They were nearly hairless as well, and each about the size of a small plum.

Thom himself was now very highly aroused. He compared their cocks. At least in one respect Sir Madoc was not quite bigger than Thom.

He got an idea. He soaked his cloth with water and carried it back. He squeezed out all the water so that it drained right onto Sir Madoc's dick. The water ran down it and splashed everywhere. The sponge mattress absorbed the excess. Sir Madoc moaned a little. Thom set the cloth to him and stroked his cock and balls. He made a game of it. He tried to see if he could get Sir Madoc to moan again. This game was far too easily won.

Thom sat down on the bed and moved in closer. He brought his face over to Sir Madoc's throbbing prick. Instinctively, he took it in his mouth, just up to the soft head. Mentally, he fought to keep his teeth away because he didn't want to scratch. Instead he let his tongue explore its surface. This was getting quite a reaction from the knight, but he didn't wake up. He allowed more of the staff to slide into his mouth and he found he rather liked the sensation. He used the flat of his tongue to caress the underside of the cock. That caused quite a stir. He backed off and used the more sensitive tip to stroke the folds under the head. Sir Madoc moaned and writhed. He thought about taking the whole length of it in, but when he tried it hit the back of his throat, making him gag. Instead he just sucked on the knight's longsword. His hips rose appreciatively. Thom tried it again. Again his hips bucked. They got into a rhythm. The sleeping man, who must have been dreaming, went faster, and pushed harder. On one stroke he slammed his dick down the thief's throat so far it started down his esophagus. Thom started to gag again but fought the reflex. If he didn't, he'd have to stop, and he didn't even want to.

Sir Madoc came.

The first shot went straight down Thom's throat and the second in his mouth. He'd recovered from the shock by the third enough to get off him, but the third shot went on his cheek. The others spilled back onto Sir Madoc's abdomen. When it was all finished, Sir Madoc still had not wakened. Thom got the washcloth and cleaned the knight up again. He licked the cum off his cheek. It was sticky and salty. He wondered if the salt had anything to do with the seawater. There hadn't been any left on his skin; he'd been very thorough.

Thom felt tired now. Well, he'd done as he was instructed. He'd washed, he'd eaten, now it was time for rest. He unfolded one of the large towels. It would do nicely as a blanket.

There were other empty pallets in the room, but the one Sir Madoc was on had room for another person. He lay down next to the knight and draped the towel over them. He rolled over, face down and put an arm over Sir Madoc's sleeping form. It felt nice. It felt good. It felt right. After a bit of settling in, Thom fell asleep.

He couldn't remember much of how he'd arrived there. He recalled seeing blue people and being dragged down a hallway, and nothing else. He was hungry. He tried to get out from under Thom, but his near leg fell between his own. His cock was beginning to poke through the towel on top of them, creating a mountain above hills of flesh.

Madoc brought his arm around Thom's head, cradling him. With his other hand, he drew down their blanket. He stroked the thief's back. Thom moved a little closer, if that were possible. His caresses soon wandered down below the blanket to Thom's ass. He continued to stroke the thief's hips and buttocks while Thom's own cock heated up and pressed against Madoc's side. His fingers probed curiously into Thom's crack. Thom groaned and rolled back, almost pitching himself onto the floor. Madoc moved quickly to catch him. He gripped Thom's body as it leaned over the edge of the pallet.

Thom chose that moment to wake up. "Good morning," he said.

"Careful," Madoc said, "you'll fall."

"Oh, yes. Thank you." Thom rolled back over on top of the knight. He came to rest atop Madoc. It was impossible not to be aware of their touching pricks. He wondered how much of what he'd done earlier Sir Madoc knew. He wriggled playfully over Madoc's body, grinding their members together.

"Stop that," the knight whispered, but he made no move to still him. His face was sending a different message.

"Do you remember what I did before?" Thom asked. When Madoc didn't respond, Thom demonstrated. He slid down and hunched over the knight's dick and took it in his mouth.

Madoc's eyes widened. His breathing quickened. He'd thought that had been some strange dream. He inhaled raggedly and his eyes rolled to the ceiling in ecstasy. When he looked back, he saw that Thom had taken all of his cock into his mouth. When Thom's lips receded back toward the head Madoc began flexing his buns and humping Thom's face. He was "ungh"ing and "ah"ing in time to their rhythm. After a few minutes, Madoc yelled, "Oh! Oh! I'm going to - ah! Oh!" He came directly into Thom's mouth. This time Thom stayed on Madoc and drank all of the cum, even though Madoc's spurts had more power this time.

When it was all over, Thom sucked possessively on Madoc's dick once more and let go. Madoc was completely spent, and he lay back breathing heavily. He looked down at his softening cock and at Thom, who seemed very happy.

Madoc hesitated, then asked, "Shall I --" He had trouble expressing his wish. "I mean, it would only be fair."

"Yes! Please!" Thom begged. He needed release. He turned around so that his legs were bent and spread wide, his weight propped up on his arms. Madoc spun around on his duff and rolled onto his stomach. He belly-crawled toward Thom's eager cock. He licked at it experimentally at first: quick, darting passes at Thom's swollen purple-pink head. Then he wrapped it in his tongue and pulled it inside his mouth. He copied Thom's earlier movements, acrobatically covering as much of his prick as he could.

He wanted to take all of Thom in, and started accepting more and more of the hot pecker into his mouth. When Madoc felt it come in contact with the back of his throat, Thom coached, "You can do it. Just relax, and, ugh, resist the urge to gag." He pushed a little to get him started. Madoc hugged Thom's ass and stroked Thom's butt and lower back.

Bit by bit, Madoc did manage it. He then did him one better by exhaling through the nose into Thom's light pubes and licking his smooth balls, between them down the middle. Thom barked hoarsely and nearly lost control. Instead Madoc backed off and Thom bounced his ass off the bed. Madoc discovered the small pucker at the very end of Thom's dick, and tried to shove his tongue in. This time Thom did go over the edge. Thom sat on Madoc's hands, so he squeezed Thom's buns. He started to cum. Madoc backed off and released his cock. Thom sent stream after stream of juice over Madoc's legs, ass, and back. Thom collapsed on the pallet, his head drooping over the edge. From there he had a good view of the window. He thought he saw one of the Polynites swimming away, but he wasn't sure.

Thom sat up again and began to lick up the last of his own cum, straddling Madoc's back for some of the further deposits, and eventually lying down on Madoc's back at the finish.

Then Thom rolled off him and stood up. "I'm starved," he announced and crossed the room to a table that had a platter of apples, pears, grapes and cheese on it. He wondered how the Polynites had come by them. He realized he really didn't care and began to eat. Madoc got up and sat in the chair next to Thom. He took a bunch of grapes and began to pick at it.

"Was that alright, what I did there?" Madoc asked.

Thom smiled. He feels guilty, he thought. Always eager to please, bound not to offend, driven by his duty. No wonder he'd gotten himself into the High Guard at such a young age. "If it hadn't been, I wouldn't have let you."

Madoc accepted this but his face was still troubled. "But two men aren't supposed to... do that. A man and a woman are. There is often talk around our barracks about men who... bed other men. They say it's not right."

"Have you ever wanted to before?"

"No!" Sir Madoc's eyes flashed. You could tell he was telling the truth.

"The way I see it, if something is wrong, then it's wrong for someone. Someone gets hurt. But that isn't so here."

"Ha. Here I sit taking lectures on morality from a master thief."

"I'm not saying that thieving isn't a crime. What I've done in my life was technically wrong. I've had victims across Aragonia." Thom put a hand on Sir Madoc's shoulder. "But we were both quite happy with what happened. If I were to crawl under the table and do it again, would you object?"

"No," he muttered.

"And that was the best I've felt in... my whole life! So what's wrong?"

"They said that--"

"Maybe you should worry less about what others think, and worry more about what you think. Hmm?" Madoc considered this. "Come, eat up. We've a quest to complete!"

Madoc looked, bemused, at his prisoner. There had been a major turn in his attitude of late. Maybe he'd found some way of escape and was waiting for him to lower his guard. He must tread carefully.

After they'd emptied most of the platter, they went over to the basin where the fresh water was. They drank. Then Thom passed over smallclothes to Sir Madoc and they dressed.

The knight had no small trouble tying his cloth around him at his hips. It barely contained his girth. The cloth gathered between his buttocks at the back, displaying them wonderfully, and outlined his package at the front. Madoc couldn't understand what was wrong until he saw the problems Thom was having.

His smallclothes were tied with ridiculous amounts of free cloth sticking out of the knots, and it was still too loose. The observant eye could catch intriguing glimpses of skin and hair inside the loose garment.

"Here," Madoc offered, "we should switch back."

"No, let's stay like this." Thom peered down at Madoc. "Are you alright to move like that?"

Madoc took a few steps and nodded.

"Then let's go." Thom reached over and yanked on the bellpull. A Polynite appeared soon thereafter and gestured for them to enter the water. It was Mactel, one of the guides that brought them to the air room.

The knight and the thief put in their breathers and splashed back into the corridor below. Sir Madoc took his dagger.

"I'm glad to see you feeling better, gentlemen. Are you prepared to collect your sea fungus?"

Sir Madoc nodded. Mactel led his charges to a guarded waterlock. Mactel spoke to a stern-looking Polynite with a spear in a series of gargling noises. The guard allowed them to enter a small chamber. After they swam past him, he closed the inner door. They heard the outer door unlock. Mactel opened it and they swam out into open sea.

On their way to the fungus beds they saw intricate reefs, schools of particolored fish and beautiful behemoths. The channel to the beds was fairly well-travelled and free of perils. When they got there, they saw mushroom-shaped growths all over the side of one sandstone hill. There were red ones, blue ones, and a few gold ones, but no green.

"Where are they?" Madoc yelled through his breather.

"The green ones are the rarest specimens. We'll split up and look," Mactel said. "Call out if you find any!" He began swimming around one side of the hill. Sir Madoc and Thom took the other side, making sure to stay close enough together. Madoc checked the upper half of the hill while Thom checked the bottom.

Thom later called to Sir Madoc and attracted him downwards. He'd found a small depression near the stony base of the hill that he wanted to check out. The depression turned out to be the entrance to a grotto. The light inside was not good and Sir Madoc's beefy body was in the way. Thom swam back to the opening and told him to move. Madoc's brow furrowed and he shook his head in incomprehension. The two humans did not understand each other quite so well as the Polynites understood the muffled speech.

Finally, Thom had to physically push Madoc out of the way to be able to see.

Thom found his way to the floor of the grotto and felt around. His hand came down on something phallic. Thom maneuvered his body out of the light so he could identify the color. There were green ones!

Thom nodded theatrically to Madoc who was peeking in. Madoc swam off to get Mactel. Thom followed behind. Soon Mactel joined them in the grotto.

"What do we need to do?" Sir Madoc enunciated.

"First there's something I'd like to ask you. I'm studying to be a diplomat to the human kingdoms, so I'm always curious about our guests." Mactel frowned, wondered whether or not he should ask the next question. "Did you enjoy sucking on each other in the air room?"

Thom and Sir Madoc looked at each other in surprise. "I thought I saw someone at the window," Thom managed.

"Yes, that was me. I was wondering if I might try it," he asked self-consciously. "On both of you." Mactel opened his cavernous mouth wide.

Thom agreed quickly. Madoc relented under their stare.

Mactel explained what they had to do. He'd obviously been planning something like this, and finding the seclusion of the cave was a plus. He began to untie the knots on Thom's (Madoc's) smallclothes, and Thom worked on freeing Madoc. Madoc was stymied by Mactel's swimsuit. It seemed to be made of a stiffer material than any human used, like a shell almost. Mactel showed him the catch on his hip and the hinge.

Mactel's form shimmered in the half-light. His lithe body contained no fat. His thick, powerful legs allowed him to move through the water in almost any direction he wanted. His arms were shorter than a human's, but still very capable. His long white hair swayed in response to the movement in the water around him. His golden eyes had a bright twinkle. Now that it was uncovered, Mactel's eel was somewhere between Thom's and Sir Madoc's in length, but thicker than either of them. His whole body was covered in fine, blue scales.

Mactel helped the two Sinkers move into position. They arranged themselves so that they were feet to feet and facing Mactel. Both men went into a scissor kick: right leg forward and left leg back, and they pushed toward each other. Their manhoods crashed together in the middle. They gripped each other with their legs as best they could, and Mactel put a band around their cocks to keep them together. They were quite impressive, the pair of them, and the touch of the tender undersides of their members was very erotic. They could not have been harder. Thom's was about two fingerwidths longer but this didn't seem to be a problem.

Mactel swam in and swallowed the pair like a shark. He began to suck on the both of them. A body that inhaled an atmosphere much thicker than air was now trying to inhale two long slices of flesh. The Sinkers' breathers were being put to the test as their breathing quickened. Mactel's nimble tongue slurped over, around, *between* them. He made sure that neither of them was ignored.

Thom reached for Mactel's rod. Mactel repositioned himself so that he could be grabbed. Thom's mouth was otherwise involved, but he had an excellent view of the shiny prick of the Polynite. It was eerily contrasted in the dim light. Thom gripped it tightly and pulled gently, creating an instant reciprocation from Mactel. While he stroked Mactel's harpoon with one hand, he ran the fingers of the other around each perfect, round testicle.

Mactel kicked to keep from drifting farther away and crashed into Thom's body, cutting his explorations short. Instead he contented himself with manipulating Mactel's ass. He gripped Mactel's legs with his elbows and pressed his fingers into the fishman's flesh. It was obscenely firm! Thom gave Mactel's ass a wicked massage, which Mactel loved.

The guide changed tactics. He brought his mouth over the double dick as tightly as he could. It was an imperfect seal, but that was okay. Mactel's powerful muscles alternately sucked and blew on the humans, creating intense pressures on their cocks.

Madoc had the other human tightly between his accomplished thighs but he was struggling to hold on. He wanted to wait for Thom to give Mactel a double shot of jizz, but he had no way of communicating with him. Instead he could only moan and groan gutturally. He was keeping his hands busy, stroking his own upper body, and Thom's legs and sifting through Mactel's hair.

Thom released Mactel's legs so he could get his hands on his pole. Thom squeezed and stroked it with one hand and used the other to create erotic little currents over all of Mactel's tender spots.

All three men were now fighting to keep their seed to themselves. They were all feeling full body bliss. Thom felt Madoc's balls pull into himself and knew he was ready to go. Thom gave up control and he heard Madoc holler wordlessly with each shot. Their shared orgasm was more intense than the others. They spewed copious amounts of cum into Mactel's mouth. Some of it leaked out of his mouth, forming stringy globs. Madoc reached down and removed the band that connected their spent members. They disentangled their legs.

Mactel swam over to the knight. He gestured that he was going to remove the breather. Madoc took a deep breath and spit it out. Mactel gave him a deep kiss, sharing the Sinkers' taste with him. Madoc embraced him with one arm and grabbed Mactel's stiff rod with his other hand and stroked it. Thom didn't want to be left out, so he hugged the both of them, gripping with arms and legs and pressing his half-soft cock between them.

In the warmth of the clinch, Mactel came in Madoc's grip, humping like mad, releasing a cloudy emission between them. When he was done, he changed partners and kissed Thom, and kissed Thom sharing the last of their spunk with him after his breather was removed. Madoc swallowed, put his breather back and sighed. He then went back to hugging the others.

When the kiss was over and Thom replaced his breather, Mactel said, "That was fantastic! Much better than I thought it would be. You two are great." The humans grinned around their breathers. "I suppose we'd best get you your fungus. Dig out the root around the one you want with your dagger."

Sir Madoc picked out a large one and scratched away the sandstone, careful not to damage any part of the fungus. When it was loose enough to be pulled free, Mactel took a stoppered jar from the holdall he'd brought with him. He opened it and Madoc put the fungus inside. Mactel then restoppered the jar.

"That should keep it fresh until your wizard can properly cure it for his medicine. Let's get back to the city."

They dressed again, the two humans keeping to their swapped smallclothes so no one would comment, collected their other belongings and left the grotto. Thom and Madoc would later hear that green sea fungus was no longer so rare. They now grew long and firm in their grotto.