The Hounds of Hollenbeck by Max Griffin

Author:Max Griffin [Griffin, Max]
Language: nld
Format: epub
Tags: erotic MM, Romance MM
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

That afternoon found Allen in his cubicle in the

Zoology building on campus, staring at a pile of test

results waiting to be coded for the computer to ana-

lyze.

"Hey, Allen! Are you gonna stay here all

night?" Seth, the veterinarian for the lab, never

knocked, he always just barged in. Seth somehow

wound up at Browning College years ago, in the six-

ties. He'd been strung out on drugs and fleeing a bor-

ing middle class Bronx family. He was now old and

fat and mostly bald. The only remnant of his youthful

rebellion was a bushy beard and a shoulder length

fringe of iron-gray frizzy hair. "It's time to close up,

boy." Seth slapped Allen on the shoulder.

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Allen didn't quite cringe at the touch. "I didn't

realize how late it was. I guess they'll still be here to-

morrow." He gestured at the test results piled on his

desk.

"You betcha. Don't forget, first thing tomorrow

we're doin' the quarterly checkup on the dogs. Hey,

I'm gonna stop for a drink or twelve before I go home.

Wanna join me?" Seth had been married four or five

times, depending on which story he felt like telling.

He lived alone when he wasn't shacked up with an

undergraduate.

This time Allen did shudder. Is he hittin' on me,

or what? I just wish he'd leave me alone! "N-n-no," he stuttered. "I mean, no thanks. But, uh, I've got things I

need to do. You know. At home."

"You okay, Allen?" Seth looked at him with

narrowed eyes. "Need a lift?"

"No. Thanks, but no." Allen straightened pa-

pers on his desk. "I think a walk home will clear my

head. You know, let me clear things out from the lab

before I get home." Allen licked his lips, and glanced

up at Seth.

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"Sure, sure, no problem, son." Seth slapped Al-

len again on the shoulder. "See you first thing in the

morning, then." Seth waddled away.

Allen started out on his usual path to his small

apartment, a couple of miles from campus. Allen's

route took him by the intramural athletic fields. De-

spite the hazy fall drizzle, a group of young men were

playing touch football. Allen pulled his coat tighter

and walked to the far side of the field.

"Hey!"

Allen walked on.

"Hey! You, over there! Could you throw us our

football?"

Allen looked across the field. Several young

men in athletic shorts and sweatshirts stood staring at

him. He could see their chests heaving from their

game. One of them had a muddy wound on his knee

with a trickle of blood running down his hairy leg.

"How about tossing our ball this way?" One of

the young men pointed.

Allen stared in horror. There it was, a football,

not twenty feet from him. He knew he'd never be able

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to throw it all the way to the young men, but how

could he ignore them? Allen looked around for res-

cue, but there was no one else there. He glanced again

at the young men, who stood waiting with their

hands on their hips. He was trapped. He inched to-

ward the football and picked it up. It was large in his

hands, rough and rigid. He gripped it as hard as he

could, rotated his body and flung the ball toward the

players.

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