Gaz had a thing for eunuchs and as serendipity would have it, he seemed to attract them.  Before he became the boyfriend (and then ex-boyfriend) of the famous New Wave castrato, Peter West, and even before his il-fated relationship with the twins, he was the female-to-male companion of the beautiful post-pubescent performance artist Kailash.

Kailash was half Persian and half Indonesian, born in Bangalore and became a eunuch at the age of sixteen.  Not a Hijra, mind you, but a eunuch.  While the Hindi term is often translated to "eunuch" in English, hijra is simply the Hindi term for male-to-female transsexuals, and Kailash received a calling not to live as a hijra but as an eunuch.  At the age of nineteen, after he had enough money saved up to travel to the United States, he ended up in Ann Arbor after answering an advert in a Cleveland newspaper that requested an Indian/Middle Eastern belly dance instructor.  He never had any formal training, but figured his "exotic" looks would allow him a sort of "get out of jail free card" to fake it.  Anyway, most of the people in the class were first-wave hippie women in their mid-thirties who were too impressed by the "genuine Indian eunuch" with perfect skin and hair and donned in exotic silks to care whether or not he was teaching them the genuine Indian belly dances that he claimed to be.

 But he didn't meet Gaz in that class.  No, he met Gaz outside that class.  Gaz was giving Celtic harp lessons in the next room to a different bunch of first-wave hippies.  His didn't seem to care that he was bullshitting through most of the lesson, they were more impressed by his thick Irish accent and sharp Rude Boy attire.  They met one day when Gaz was standing outside the building smoking and Kailash stepped out for some fresh air.

 "Oi, you're the eunuch, right?"  Gaz asked.

"That's a huge burden to lace on me, you know, being the eunuch?"

"Well, you're the only one I know of in this building." 

"Are you the Irishman I've heard so much about?"

"That all depends on what you heard about me...."

Kailash then whispered in Gaz's ear, "the one who used to be the Irish girl."

Gaz looked stunned for a moment.  This person had only been teaching at the centre for a few weeks, just under a month.  Does news really travel that fast?  Gaz then felt Kailash's hand on his chest and side "It's OK, I honour you as who you are now, not who you were expected to be then.  And for what it's worth, I *am* attracted to you, and I can tell that you're attracted to me."

Gaz flicked the butt of his cigarette into the parking lot and whispered back to Kailash, "i can't help it, you're stunning." 

 "Do you want me to fuck you, Irish boy?"

"So much.  I want to take you home after my last class today.  Do you drive?"

"Never.  Take me with you."

It was one of those rare instances where the chemistry was just perfect for all senses.

Gaz lived in a tiny efficiency apartment on Washtenaw Avenue, a  straight drive into Ann Arbor from the centre.  As they galloped upstairs, one of the first floor neighbours, a Japanese-American student only a little bit younger than him from his Western Philosophy class, gave Gaz a thumbs-up.  She knew Gaz had been aching to get some lately but that he so rarely had the opportunity because of the current state of his anatomy.

Gaz's bed was a simple mattress on the floor, but Kailash caught it in seconds and lowered Gaz onto it as Kailash undid his silk top.  Gaz reached into the beautiful eunuch's loose trou and immediately found that Kailash was stiff.

"You look surprised, baby."

"I didn't think you'd be this hard."

"Don't say I'm the one who's hard, you did all the work, with that way you just leaned against that building in this sort of swaggering manner than just begs to be fucked."

 Gaz started sucking on Kailash's beautiful member as he slowly removed his own clothing, never moving his lips off of Kailash's beautiful body. Kailash laid down next to Gaz and when Gaz was completely nude, he coaxed Gaz on top of him, and lead his penis into the Irish boy's vagina.  Gaz rocked his hips back and forth on top of Kailash.  Enjoying the freedom that the absent testicles allowed, Gaz slowly began to lay down on his back and with surprising ease, these two atypical men crossed their legs and began fucking in a sort of rolling motion.

 The acrobatic Kailash brought himself to his knees, never leaving Gaz's silken alabaster body and made love to him slowly, gently, for what felt like hours.  Just hours of Gaz completely enveloped in pleasure that he had only ever, and has only since, experienced with this stunning human gelding.

When Gaz was satisfied enough, he offered Kailash to "get him off," but Kailash declined.