Tyler Smith - Next Door Neighbour

"Who the fuck is Tyler Smith?" Phil mumbled to nobody in particular. It was a name that was utterly unfamiliar to him.

Tapping the name, it vanished from the screen. A keyboard popped up on the bottom of the screen, and on the top an interface that looked akin to a texting app. Maybe this thing was some kind of game, a simulator, something like that, like the chat-bots that he used to play around with when he was younger. He thought he'd give it a whirl.

Hey Tyler Phil sent, wondering if he was using it right.

Hi.

"That was fast," he mumbled, then typed again. He was feeling kind of randy, so he figured he'd see if this game was what he thought it was.

What are you wearing?

Jeans, a shirt, underwear.

"Boring," he said as he typed.

You should always dress sexier than that. You're hot. You need lingerie, skirts, tops that show off your cleavage.

Okay.

"Now we're talking!" Phil grinned, feeling himself stir in his pants. This thing was intuitive on its responses. Sure, it was a bit easy, agreeing to whatever he wanted, and Phil was fully aware that he'd get bored of it if it didn't provide some challenge, but it was enough for him to get his rocks off with in the meantime. Unzipping his pants and sliding them down to his ankles, following suit with his underwear, Phil typed with one hand while softly gripping his hardening cock with the other.

Maybe you and I should get to know each other. I'm Phil.

I'm Tyler, came the response.

Hi Tyler, Phil typed, Tell me I'm sexy.

Meanwhile, in the apartment next door, Tyler Smith, the young, male, recent high-school graduate, had begun to have the strangest thoughts...