Whirlpool Spa

While traveling to visit family in Wisconsin in late fall, I stayed in a mid-range hotel in a rural area.  One morning, I woke up around 6:30AM, put on my trunks, and went down to check out the hotel’s indoor swimming pool and spa.  The pool was a nice temperature and the shower rooms were clean and stocked with fresh towels.  I’m an avid water aerobics fan, so when I got in, I began a workout routine.  While elevating my heart rate and relieving the night time stiffness in my muscles, this also gave me an opportunity to scope out the pool building, confirming there were no guest or staff present,  and identifying the position and orientation of the surveillance cameras. After about 20 minutes of loosening up, I moved to the whirlpool spa and turned the jet timer on to maximum.  The spa began to bubble and slowly ramp up to a steady roil of whitewater.  I entered slowly using the stairs and hand railing and sat on the deepest step with my chin at water level to get used to the high temperature and to take inventory of my body parts. My “normal” aches in the right glut, piriformis and lower lumber area had subsided somewhat thanks to the aerobic exercises, but were certainly asking for more direct hydrotherapy.  I moved in front of a stronger jet and allowed the warm bubbly currents to caress my lower back, moving slowly from side to side to relax the achy lumbar spots.  After a few moments, I rolled onto my left side and stretched out along the bench to focus the jet more directly on my right hip.  In this position, I could rock gently from side to side passing my aching backside through the therapeutic currents.  I also noticed the pleasant sensation as the current passed between my legs and pushed against the backside of my swim trunks and rumbled against my privates.  I lowered the back of my trunks, and enjoyed the sensation of water pulsing against my anus and testicles.  I bent forward a little more to allow the stream of bubbles to rush between my legs and along the length of my rapidly hardening penis.  The stroke of the current was enticing and promised eventual release, but this position was too awkward to maintain while avoiding the security camera. Inspired by these sensations, I moved to the opposite wall of the spa and facing the side, pushed up against the wall with my left elbow and forearm on the deck and my legs stretched out to that side. I pulled my body in close to the wall.  In this position, there was no way someone viewing the surveillance camera could see any of the underwater action.  I lowered my trunks to my knees and slowly maneuvered in front of a powerful jet.  I started with the jet between my thighs and slowly rocked from side to side, gradually working my torso downward until I could sense a gentle turbulence around my balls.  I continued to slide along the wall feeling the strengthening currents at the base of my penis which was now firm and straining to reach my belly button. It was a delight to subtly move my position in the water and feel the turbulence stroke my penis without using my hands.  As the near orgasmic sensations began to build, I stretched out to maximum extent, assuming a floating side plank position pressed up against the side of the spa.  As I strained to tighten every muscle from neck to toe, it became a fight to suppress the growing pressure for release.  I continued to rock subtly from side to side and press closer to the jet not yet able to overcome the tightness every fiber in my body was using to resist the inevitable.  Finally, I could resist no more.  I felt the familiar tingling at the back of my head, trickling down the side of my neck to my spine and the simultaneous, exquisite release of tension as my penis throbbed in orgasmic ejaculation.  I gasped and clutched at the side of the spa quivering from head to toe. Some moments later I restored my trunks appropriately and climbed the steps out of the spa.  The strong odor of chlorine providing assurance that good hygiene would be maintained.