最初は野球の試合だった。
二塁ベースあたりからホーム方面を眺めている。
期待の大型新人選手がバッターボックスに立つ。
しかし、ふと思い出す。
野球をやった経験がないと彼は言っていたな。
そのせいか、途中で野球の試合は中止。
そのまま短距離走の選考会になる。
ユニホームを脱いだ彼の日に焼けた肌。
幼い顔の下の見事に発達した胸筋。
ただし、横から見ると乳房にしか見えない。
納得できないままスタート地点の行列に並ぶ。
上半身裸の男ばかり、数十人はいる。
なぜかおれの近くは黒人ばかりだ。
「あんたら、速そうだな。勝てる気がしねえよ」
合図があったのか、一斉に駆け出す。
おいおい、なんだよ。
遅いじゃないか。短距離走でなくてマラソンかよ。
Group of Muscles
The first was a baseball game.
I'm looking toward the home base
from around the second base.
Expected large rookie players stand in the batter's box.
However, I suddenly remember.
He said he had never played baseball.
Probably because of that,
the baseball game was canceled on the way.
It will be a sprint selection meeting as it is.
His tanned skin that took off his uniform.
A well-developed pectoral muscle under a young face.
However, when viewed from the side,
it looks like only a woman's breast.
I line up in a line at the starting point
without being convinced.
There are dozens of shirtless men.
For some reason, there are only black people near me.
"You look fast. I don't feel like I can win."
Perhaps there was a signal, we rushed all at once.
Hey, what is it?
It's late. Is it a marathon rather than a sprint?
