You're carried on the fireman's shoulder up a ladder to safety. You never really were turned on by guys before, but your cock sure is hard. Kevin's already hard at work to make you happy and lucky. The firefighter who had thought he was straight too finds himself strangely attracted to the scent emanating from your crotch. His mouth is starting to water, it's all he can do to keep from kissing you when he hefts you off his shoulder, and into the paramedics waiting arms.
After the paramedics strap you to a guerney, and plug an iv into your arm, the fireman stops by to check on you. He asks how you're doing, and shoves a chit of paper with his phone number on it inside your pouch. Kev's making sure you get lucky.
While they check you out at the hospital, a police officer comes to interview you about the accident.
"Did you get the license number or recognize the other driver?"
"No. It happened so fast."
"We retrieved the video camera from your truck. You're lucky your company installed it, it got the whole accident on tape. We've already run the driver's plate and it belongs to a Miles O'Toole. Do you recognize the name?"
"Miles O'Toole?" you repeat absentmindedly scratching your nuts in the pouch of your jockstrap.
The plot thickens. Kevin tightens his grip on your nuts, as he tries to make your luck correspond with Miles' misfortune.