2025-09-24, 10:27 PM
onas Pardy glanced around the vast, sunlit interior of the new Kansas City terminal. Though the smallest of the three central states’ hubs, behind Chicago and Dallas, the BHO Terminal outside Kansas City was state of the art, and it was expanding. With technology making it possible for a single robotic construction team to lay ten miles of environmentally-friendly sky tube every twenty-four hours, more and more routes cut directly across the lower forty-eight states, and Kansas was at the natural center of their crisscrossing.
Jonas stretched and watched people for a moment, as they moved casually from one platform to another. There was no need to rush; there was an abundance of tram cars. The great expanses of glass overhead and along the exterior walls gave as much a feeling of being outdoors as Jonas was likely to get for a while. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d made a conscious decision to go outside.
Now would not be the time anyway. There was snow on the ground. He wore only a black belt of interwoven microfiber which dipped to a codpiece that was little more than a sheer pouch for his genitals. With a coordinating shoulder bag and slippers, he was as dressed as most people were these days, and more dressed than many. Naked was in. Naked was practical. When he wasn’t traveling or out for the evening, Jonas usually went naked himself. In fact, he had everything he needed for an entire week’s stay in LA… in his shoulder bag.
There was one other item on his person; his headband. Because he wore his black hair like a mane, falling thickly from the back of his head all the way down to the top of his butt, he preferred a circlet headband. His was a MS-Nike model that banded his head in a glowing circle of white.
Jonas thought, ‘food… here’, and the headband flashed him a transparent, heads-up display that included a 3-D map and directions to the nearest restaurants and food courts. As he turned his head, the orientation of the map changed to match. Because the display fed directly to his optical cortex, he was the only one to see it, just as he was the only one to see the scrolling list of providers and menus. He turned toward the nearest food court.
An ESPN newsfeed popped up in his heads-up display. He read it, and then changed the display to a schedule of the gymnastics events he wanted to follow later in the day. Then he glanced at national news headlines, and one caught his attention… “FEMALE BIRTHRATE UP… For the first time in twenty years, the US birthrate for girls is approaching two-thirds that for boys. Dr. Barack Sumter, professor of reproductive sciences at Cal Tech, cites several contributing factors. ‘The simple answer,’ he told reporters, ‘is that the government now subsidies all costs of female conception and birth. This makes female births highly profitable for surrogates, whose charges for delivering a female baby are only slightly less than that for a male. Demand for children is up overall,’ he pointed out. ‘Our times are uncertain. Single and multiple parents are starting to think of girls as potentially better income producers, at younger ages [as surrogate mothers], than males. And older females can often write their own ticket in the workplace,’ he added. ‘Older females command significantly higher salaries than their male counterparts – the often quoted, queen bee syndrome.’ The professor went on to point out that the US is overwhelmingly male; and, ‘… even though we are a pansexual society, boys still like girls,’ he told reporters. As a final, major factor, Dr. Sumter cited the reality that a human womb continues to be the best and only truly viable incubator for a human child. When reporters asked if another major factor might be that single male parents are more interested in female offspring as convenient sexual partners, the professor declined comment because of the controversy over the current trend.”
Jonas considered watching the interview on his heads-up display, but decided against it. His eyes traveled over the terminal and the endless parade of the naked, or mostly naked, bodies of his fellow travelers.
He worked on honing his skills of discernment. Now that he was approaching eighteen, he had become better at telling the differences between someone in their late twenties and someone in their late fifties. It wasn’t easy. Technology had done wonders with human aging.
It wasn’t difficult to tell a teen or preteen, of course. That was perhaps why teenagers – especially boys – were sexually attractive to everyone. In a society where all boys were beautiful, and there were so many more of them than girls, boys were more popular sexual partners.
He slowed as he walked past half a dozen sex alcoves, or simply coves, as they were called. The coves had cushioned walls, couches, and floors; all covered with bio-free, pathogen-safe fabrics and materials.
It was still early in the morning, and only four coves were occupied. The first held a teenage boy and girl. Three guys had stopped to watch. The next cove held two guys who Jonas guessed were still in their twenties. They were standing, butt fucking, and the one in back had beautiful hip action.
Jason paused to watch and his dick thickened, stretching his sheer pouch. The guy in the back of the couple smiled and motioned for Jonas to join them. Jason smiled and shook his head, moving on.
He milled around the food court, his head band displaying the menus. Finally, he settled on a Mexican breakfast. His headband noted the selection and forwarded his choice to the appropriate kiosk, along with payment information.
Jonas, like most people, appreciated places which prepared food, even as simple as a taco, by hand. He watched as a short, chocolate-colored attendant – a girl with a big smile of perfect white teeth – assembled his meal. She was pretty in her white, sanitary hair and pube nets. Female pubes were in at the moment, as opposed to shaved, and food preparers were required to wear nets.
He watched her small hands work; she was wearing thin, bio-free gloves. The girl flashed a warming wand over the tacos and passed them across to Jonas.
He took them and an orange juice to a table at the edge of the food court. Almost as soon as he sat down, a family of three – father, mother, and daughter – sat down at the next table. He guessed the girl was around twelve. She was wearing a sheer g-string and had very little in the way of pubes.
The girl was astonishingly pretty, even in a world where all girls were remarkably beautiful. Her pale blond hair hung in glorious curls down onto her chest, teasingly screening her newly budding breasts. She wore leg twinings; a weave of black leather-like strands up each slender leg, almost up to her crotch.
He smiled at her; she smiled back.
“Where are you headed?” Jonas asked.
“San Diego,” she said, moving her seat closer. “We’re going to see my aunt and uncle.” She smiled. Her eyes were profoundly blue.
The few, original designer children all had profoundly blue eyes. Now, just about all kids were DCs, or dizzies as they were called, and they came in a wide variety of hair, eye, and skin color. The boys all had ample endowments, but girls came with a variety of breast sizes and curves. Breast sizes could be changed as they grew older, of course. So could dick sizes, to one degree or another.
“I’m Lynette,” she said.
“Jonas,” he answered. “I like your name.”
She smiled. “I like your body.” Her eyes dropped to his shoulders and chest, and then down his lean torso. Then her eyes rose back to his. “Click?” she asked.
He nodded, and instantly, his headband fed him Lynette’s Facebook pages, just as her headband was displaying his for her. He scanned, saw her likes, saw she had two current boyfriends and liked three-ways with them, preferred being on top, though liked variety, was traveling with her parents to see her grandparents, was indeed, twelve.
She saw that he was on his way to LA for a stay with his brother, who was his first long-term sex partner and still his best friend. He loved several boys, with whom, he played fantasy games, but he had no boyfriend or girlfriend at the moment. He liked sex with girls almost as much as sex with guys; and he liked girls as friends.
They chatted as they ate, observing common likes and dislikes. He felt over her leg twinings, admiring them. She smiled and gave him a kiss.
“Have you had sex yet this morning?” Lynette asked him. “There are some coves with rings around the corner there. I’ve never tried rings.”
“I haven’t sexed yet,” he said, with a grin. “But I’d like to.”
“Mom, Dad,” Lynette said, as she and Jonas got to their feet. “We’ll be in the coves around the corner for a little while.”
“Don’t tear your new cavlin, Lyny,” her mom said, referring to Lynette’s g-string. “Take it off first.”
Lynette rolled her eyes, grinned at Jonas, and led him away by the hand.
Jonas stretched and watched people for a moment, as they moved casually from one platform to another. There was no need to rush; there was an abundance of tram cars. The great expanses of glass overhead and along the exterior walls gave as much a feeling of being outdoors as Jonas was likely to get for a while. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d made a conscious decision to go outside.
Now would not be the time anyway. There was snow on the ground. He wore only a black belt of interwoven microfiber which dipped to a codpiece that was little more than a sheer pouch for his genitals. With a coordinating shoulder bag and slippers, he was as dressed as most people were these days, and more dressed than many. Naked was in. Naked was practical. When he wasn’t traveling or out for the evening, Jonas usually went naked himself. In fact, he had everything he needed for an entire week’s stay in LA… in his shoulder bag.
There was one other item on his person; his headband. Because he wore his black hair like a mane, falling thickly from the back of his head all the way down to the top of his butt, he preferred a circlet headband. His was a MS-Nike model that banded his head in a glowing circle of white.
Jonas thought, ‘food… here’, and the headband flashed him a transparent, heads-up display that included a 3-D map and directions to the nearest restaurants and food courts. As he turned his head, the orientation of the map changed to match. Because the display fed directly to his optical cortex, he was the only one to see it, just as he was the only one to see the scrolling list of providers and menus. He turned toward the nearest food court.
An ESPN newsfeed popped up in his heads-up display. He read it, and then changed the display to a schedule of the gymnastics events he wanted to follow later in the day. Then he glanced at national news headlines, and one caught his attention… “FEMALE BIRTHRATE UP… For the first time in twenty years, the US birthrate for girls is approaching two-thirds that for boys. Dr. Barack Sumter, professor of reproductive sciences at Cal Tech, cites several contributing factors. ‘The simple answer,’ he told reporters, ‘is that the government now subsidies all costs of female conception and birth. This makes female births highly profitable for surrogates, whose charges for delivering a female baby are only slightly less than that for a male. Demand for children is up overall,’ he pointed out. ‘Our times are uncertain. Single and multiple parents are starting to think of girls as potentially better income producers, at younger ages [as surrogate mothers], than males. And older females can often write their own ticket in the workplace,’ he added. ‘Older females command significantly higher salaries than their male counterparts – the often quoted, queen bee syndrome.’ The professor went on to point out that the US is overwhelmingly male; and, ‘… even though we are a pansexual society, boys still like girls,’ he told reporters. As a final, major factor, Dr. Sumter cited the reality that a human womb continues to be the best and only truly viable incubator for a human child. When reporters asked if another major factor might be that single male parents are more interested in female offspring as convenient sexual partners, the professor declined comment because of the controversy over the current trend.”
Jonas considered watching the interview on his heads-up display, but decided against it. His eyes traveled over the terminal and the endless parade of the naked, or mostly naked, bodies of his fellow travelers.
He worked on honing his skills of discernment. Now that he was approaching eighteen, he had become better at telling the differences between someone in their late twenties and someone in their late fifties. It wasn’t easy. Technology had done wonders with human aging.
It wasn’t difficult to tell a teen or preteen, of course. That was perhaps why teenagers – especially boys – were sexually attractive to everyone. In a society where all boys were beautiful, and there were so many more of them than girls, boys were more popular sexual partners.
He slowed as he walked past half a dozen sex alcoves, or simply coves, as they were called. The coves had cushioned walls, couches, and floors; all covered with bio-free, pathogen-safe fabrics and materials.
It was still early in the morning, and only four coves were occupied. The first held a teenage boy and girl. Three guys had stopped to watch. The next cove held two guys who Jonas guessed were still in their twenties. They were standing, butt fucking, and the one in back had beautiful hip action.
Jason paused to watch and his dick thickened, stretching his sheer pouch. The guy in the back of the couple smiled and motioned for Jonas to join them. Jason smiled and shook his head, moving on.
He milled around the food court, his head band displaying the menus. Finally, he settled on a Mexican breakfast. His headband noted the selection and forwarded his choice to the appropriate kiosk, along with payment information.
Jonas, like most people, appreciated places which prepared food, even as simple as a taco, by hand. He watched as a short, chocolate-colored attendant – a girl with a big smile of perfect white teeth – assembled his meal. She was pretty in her white, sanitary hair and pube nets. Female pubes were in at the moment, as opposed to shaved, and food preparers were required to wear nets.
He watched her small hands work; she was wearing thin, bio-free gloves. The girl flashed a warming wand over the tacos and passed them across to Jonas.
He took them and an orange juice to a table at the edge of the food court. Almost as soon as he sat down, a family of three – father, mother, and daughter – sat down at the next table. He guessed the girl was around twelve. She was wearing a sheer g-string and had very little in the way of pubes.
The girl was astonishingly pretty, even in a world where all girls were remarkably beautiful. Her pale blond hair hung in glorious curls down onto her chest, teasingly screening her newly budding breasts. She wore leg twinings; a weave of black leather-like strands up each slender leg, almost up to her crotch.
He smiled at her; she smiled back.
“Where are you headed?” Jonas asked.
“San Diego,” she said, moving her seat closer. “We’re going to see my aunt and uncle.” She smiled. Her eyes were profoundly blue.
The few, original designer children all had profoundly blue eyes. Now, just about all kids were DCs, or dizzies as they were called, and they came in a wide variety of hair, eye, and skin color. The boys all had ample endowments, but girls came with a variety of breast sizes and curves. Breast sizes could be changed as they grew older, of course. So could dick sizes, to one degree or another.
“I’m Lynette,” she said.
“Jonas,” he answered. “I like your name.”
She smiled. “I like your body.” Her eyes dropped to his shoulders and chest, and then down his lean torso. Then her eyes rose back to his. “Click?” she asked.
He nodded, and instantly, his headband fed him Lynette’s Facebook pages, just as her headband was displaying his for her. He scanned, saw her likes, saw she had two current boyfriends and liked three-ways with them, preferred being on top, though liked variety, was traveling with her parents to see her grandparents, was indeed, twelve.
She saw that he was on his way to LA for a stay with his brother, who was his first long-term sex partner and still his best friend. He loved several boys, with whom, he played fantasy games, but he had no boyfriend or girlfriend at the moment. He liked sex with girls almost as much as sex with guys; and he liked girls as friends.
They chatted as they ate, observing common likes and dislikes. He felt over her leg twinings, admiring them. She smiled and gave him a kiss.
“Have you had sex yet this morning?” Lynette asked him. “There are some coves with rings around the corner there. I’ve never tried rings.”
“I haven’t sexed yet,” he said, with a grin. “But I’d like to.”
“Mom, Dad,” Lynette said, as she and Jonas got to their feet. “We’ll be in the coves around the corner for a little while.”
“Don’t tear your new cavlin, Lyny,” her mom said, referring to Lynette’s g-string. “Take it off first.”
Lynette rolled her eyes, grinned at Jonas, and led him away by the hand.