"Hey, Devon." Oz watched as the lead singer entered the room and plopped down on the old thrift store couch. "Uh, what's wrong?"
"Cordelia broke up with me," Devon said as he threw an arm over his eyes.
"Again?"
Devon nodded. The two had gotten back together last week.
"Oh, I see. Well, take heart good man, there are plenty of groupies in the sea."
"Yeah, but Oz, this was *Cordelia*, man. I mean, Cordelia Chase. She's not just your typical groupie. She's like...Super Groupie or something."
Oz studied his friend quietly for a moment before setting down his guitar and moving over to the couch. He knelt down next to it and his hand began to unzipped Devon's jeans.
"Whoa, dude, what the hell are you doing?" Devon's arm came flying away from his head.
Oz sighed and continued at his task and pulled out the lead singer's semi hard cock. Ignoring Devon's worried questions, Oz sucked the head into his mouth.
"Oz! What are you..." Devon's voice was stolen from him as his cock stiffened completely and he felt Oz's tongue swirling along the sensitive ridge.
Oz looked up, letting the cock slip from between his lips. "I'm giving you a blowjob, Devon. Just relax."
"I-I'm not gay, man."
"It's okay, neither am I. Just close your eyes and you won't be gay."
Devon's brow creased. "Huh?"
Sighing, then smiling as Devon's cock twitched in his hands, Oz responded, "Hey, it works for Xander."
"You, you do this for Xander too?"
"Sure."
"How come I never..."
Oz's hand tightened around Devon's cock. "Shut up, Devon." Lowering his head, Oz took the cock in his mouth once more, using all of his oral talents. While one of his hands pumped his friend's shaft, the other come up to Devon's sac and began to play lightly over it.
Devon's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt himself draw close. Shuddering in pleasure, he came, filling Oz's mouth. Without opening his eyes, Devon mumbled, "So much better than Cordelia..."
*END*