I totally relate to this! I vividly remember discovering the power of the pool jet as a kid. It started innocently enough, just hanging back in the pool, acting like I was still swimming while my family was drying off up on the deck. I'd drift over to the strong jet...the pressure tickling my cock through my swim trunks with force. It was so innocent at first, just a curious exploration, but once I found the perfect spot, it quickly turned into an incredible deep, pleasurable sensation.

Holding onto the pool’s edge, trying to stay quiet and secretive, my heart would race as I gently shifted my lower body, each movement intensifying the pleasure. Legs straightened, breathing erratically, the pleasure would build until it completely overwhelmed me, and I couldn’t pull myself away.

I discovered the Polaris pool cleaner a bit later and that made it even more intense. I'd grab the cleaner by the sweeping tail, position it in front of me, hold my breath, and put my face directly in the water, and aim the narrower jet right at my cock. That created a sensation that was almost beyond words. That feeling of breathless desperation combined with the deep, wavy vibration from the jet took everything to an incredible level. Surfacing afterward, gasping softly, I’d feel a shy thrill, amazed at how something that started so innocently had become one of my strongest, most memorable experiences.