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Yesterday was the big day - Loveless Motel has been working for months creating a campground to expand its spring, summer and fall accommodations and despite a forecast of rain, the big parade started off at the Motorpool, as promised. Hard Tack manager Will U Bonus kilted up to pipe the assembled crowd into the campground, the parade winding down past the Bunkhouse, through the newly constructed archway. On the shores of the campground swimming hole, a lone player answers Will's call. A drum and brass trio escorted a solid line of VW campers through the Nutbush Campground arch, and the day was off to a perfect start.

Jack Leyendecker, talent scout for Loveless Motel's intern program, made a trip to Tuba City, Arizona on a tip he received from an old friend that there was a cluster of young men there who showed promise and he might be able to fill half his quota in one stop. These fellows were all enrolled at the local community college voc/tech school, all had been members of the same basket ball team in high school, and continued their gamesmanship in weekend get togethers at a local desert ranch under the guiding hand of the auto mechanic instructor there. The end of the term and their training completed, Jack conducted interviews and convinced eight of them to come to Loveless Motel as interns, with the opportunity to have practical experience in the Motor Pool, and learn a bit about the hospitality industry, to boot. Naturally the men congregated together, and even stayed in one small dorm in the Bunkhouse where they interacted with some of the guests, attended classes, but kept largely to themselves. Talk soon began among the other members of the class that the Arizona lads had some interesting, nay, weird fucking notions. Uncle Joe, Loveless Motel's chief classroom facilitator and disciplinarian, had encountered them hunched around a beach ball one afternoon during a class break, and learned they had never seen one before except in Annette Funicello movies, since they'd all grown up in the desert. Seemingly amazed by the sight of it, they rolled, poked and prodded the ball around the pool deck, and Joe opened the conversation with them as he approached the group by saying "Have you ever seen the movie "The Dictator", where Hitler bounces a beach ball Earth off his ass?" And from out of nowhere, one of the beach ball gazers says "The Earth ain't round - it's flat". The other guys laughed, and one chimed in "He's a nut job, don't mind him, Uncle Joe. We all know the earth ain't flat." and then out of the same mouth "same as we all know Ike was a commie, just like we learned in Automatic Transmission Class". Uncle Joe replied "Looks like the John Birch Society is alive and well in Tuba City!" to which the kid says "How'd you know?" Fuck fuck fuck. Joe thought to himself...and I have to take these guys camping. "Okay guys, let's get showered and then it's back to class."

Shown in this photo at home last year in London, sporting his Mr. Popular Trophy and dressing to the left in his Suit Up! pinstripe number, personally fitted by our very own Mr. Billy Swallows of Suit Up! (located off the lobby at Loveless Motel) are "Dickey Loosedore" and his best mate "Bailey Alanski", the names under which they have checked into rooms 222 and adjoining 221, respectively. Each likes his space - one needs to be prepared for any opportunity to personally welcome any Anglophiles with a craving for fur and the spectacularly uncut. Given notice, the kitchen staff always stocks up on Marmite for the week for the couple, and places a picture of the Queen on the wall of the little alcove in Birdwhistle's Tearoom favored by our guests and held for them for the duration of the stay. Suit Up! has remained our guests' little secret source since Mr. Billy's pre-Loveless Hollywood days, when he was in charge of costuming at a major studio and worked with Mr. Alanski on a number of his roles. Since Billy's relocation to our little "wood", London's Carnaby Street has nothing on Loveless Motel, which swings to the left this week, "like a pendulum do." In Tinsel Town, Billy was famed for his little parties, where select gentlemen were invited to stay overnight; Bailey always reckoned that Billy was a favorite American host, and maintained that he was a master at getting men to shed their inhibitions with the suggestion of a little Greek wrestling; Bailey had been introduced to such exhibitions on more than one occasion. In fact as it turns out, his ability to toss and be tossed around was one factor that bound he and Dickey together for as long as the two tossers could remember

New project.mp4 A couple days ago we told you about the First Annual Loveless Motel Cat Show. Scratch that. (so to speak). Make that First and Last. Here's what went down. A late entry was called in Friday night, and Nic allowed the two men, Alberich and Bob, to enter their cat. The men arrived with quite a bit of luggage and one very large crate, and due to its size, they were given a larger unit on Lover's Lane near the other entrants' lodgings, however all the recently tiled units were taken and so a carpeted unit had to do. Yesterday morning, the day of the show, held in Footlight Fairies Cabaret, each of the owners set up his table with his cat on display, and Alberich and Bob wheeled in their sizeable crate. The table had to be removed due to its inadequacy, and the two men stood next to the big box while the auditorium filled with cat fanciers and curiosity seekers alike. There were oohs and ahs as the crowd began to circulate among the tables, hardly observing little easy-to-follow directional signs like "Do not insert your fucking fingers into the fucking cage". The temptation to feel fur is just a bit much for some people, and so there was a lot of touching and feeling going on of the cats, too. Foregoing the usual understated attire for such a show, Alberich in his rhinestone studded cape, and Bob with a whip, in his bulging skin-tight unitard, stood out among the others, but unfortunately the crate being guarded by the two men was solid wood, and there was nothing to be seen, so the crowd largely ignored them.

Look behind you! Reports are surfacing in the gossip mills across the Loveless Motel empire, amidst a rash of new missing jockstraps. Bunkhouse men just barely miss the guy in the act - a shadowy figure whose actions in silhouette suggest a heist in progress - a dick imprint and a fingered signature on the window of the steam room of The Tubs, a cryptic note left on a bench in the lockerroom there.....

It's raining - it's Monday. He had a little too much to drink and stayed up late - Who the fuck wants to work? Psycho Randy gets a call at the front desk from one of the Birdwhistle Tearoom waiters who says he's feeling poorly, and Randy knows better - its the same kid he saw peering through a gloryhole at him over at the Bunkhouse at 1AM this morning. Randy was just there to take a piss, and ignored the kid, but Birdwhistle Tearoom patrons aren't gonna ignore the fact that he's MIA , when they're told they're waiting on the waiter! Not on his watch! He pops his head into Nic's office saying he needs coverage and why, and Nic says "Go give the little fucker some motivation to get his ass to work!" Randy's gonna march right over to the kid's room and give him a piece of his mind, and a bit of ... motivation ... with the back of his hand, and "get his ass to work" before he even walks out of his room. Knock Knock - who's there? - The kid? "All's well that ends well" His plan to have a little Randy in morning worked well.

On hearing the news that a selection had been made for the new House Detective position, Sheriff Buck N. McBuff, the Hoosegow jailhouse custodian at the Bunkhouse, let management know about his unhappiness, in no uncertain terms. In a confrontation with Senior Manager Nic, holding back tears, Buck exclaimed, "What about my application? Don't I even get feedback?? It shoulda been me! I've given months of my life to this company! I may only have four inches, but it's the best damned four inches in town!" and whipped out his cock right in the office! No stranger to cocks being whipped out in his office, Nic calmly explained that cock size wasn't the ONLY consideration in picking a candidate. He proceeded to comfort Buck in the way he does best, with plenty of good feedback and stuff, and it's all better now.

The front desk reports that it has received several calls this week from guests complaining that they are hearing mysterious clicks on their line whenever they are making in-house calls to other rooms. This phenomenon is preceded by what sounds like a third party breathing heavily, mixed with the sounds of intermittent chirping birds. Loveless Motel management apologizes for any concerns this may cause, and is doing its best to follow up, and reminds guests that it is working toward filling the position of House Detective. In unrelated news, Nutbush Campground is fast becoming a reality, with great strides being made toward its completion, including erecting telephone lines to its public spaces, with testing ongoing to ensure the lines are tied in with the rest of the Loveless property, including the Motel, Aluminum City, The Bunkhouse and Loveless Truck Stop.

Excavations are continuing on Nutbush Campground out behind Aluminum City. Guest interest has piqued when it was rumored that big bones were being talked about in relation to the work crew seen accessing the property in the early morning hours. A few of the men have apparently been seen using the urinals and stalls at Loveless Truck Stop, spending a little more time than is necessary for just pissing. But in fact, the biggest news is that a REALLY big bone has been found while clearing a wooded area for a picnic pavilion at the campground. A local amateur paleontologist and weekend ossuarian tells us that we have found a dinosaur bone millions of years old and as big as a man! We are currently in discussions about what to do with it. Options from displaying it in the lobby to cutting it into small bits and selling them as souvenirs, with engravings such as "I got boned at Loveless Motel" have been discussed. Also on the list of possibilities is to have rubber facsimiles made to be sold at Toys for Boys, located off the lobby.

A frequent guest of Loveless Motel for many years, Mr. Will U. Bonus has agreed to enter into a contractual arrangement with the firm as Manager of Hard Tack General Store, the second hand cowboy and leather boutique adjacent to the Bunkhouse. In his capacity as manager of that facility, he'll also take on the task of wrangling the work-release program, mentoring men who have been contingently released from the Hoosegow in order to repay their debt to Loveless Motel. Will's credentials include nearly making it through Wharton's School of the University of Pennsylvania, and having been the accountant of a moderately sized used furniture store which released him from its staff due to an unjustified accusation of mishandling estate sales, in particular those of elderly widowed men with sizable endowments (in the bank). "I just love the get and give of mentorship," says Will, after a week on the job. The Management of Loveless Motel congratulates Mr. Bonus on his appointment.

New Year's Eve this year included a stellar lineup of coverboys, flesh fantasies, D list opera singers, and Mariachi rockers. Who could ask for anything more at Footlight Fairies Cabaret, located off the lobby at Loveless Motel. In related news, one performer expired (luckily off stage and after his performance) of lead poisoning due to an overapplication of metallic makeup, and the audience was so blitzed that the sound of an arriving ambulance was assumed to be just part of the show at neighboring Smarty Pants Disco.

It just goes to show you - If it's not one thing, it's another. If something can go wrong, it will go wrong. When it rains it pours. As soon as the leak in the grotto pool at The Tubs was fixed, the water heater on the second floor of the Bunkhouse at Loveless Motel exploded, flooding part of the kitchen at Malamute Saloon. Crews are feverishly working to have things ready to go for New Year's Eve, working 24 hours, round the clock. It's been noticed that some of the workers are a little older, and on the evening shift they are liable to take more breaks, and the construction crew foreman believes in rewarding the men for their hard work. It just goes to show you - If you suck it, they will cum.

The possibilities are endless at Loveless Motel. The area between the Silver Bullet Bar and The Stables is a guest favorite for good old fashioned outdoor cruising in the woods. That guy you were eyeing last night at dinner, 3 tables over in Birdwhistle's Tearoom (located off the lobby) is suddenly right in front of you, and after oh-so-brief small talk ("Weren't you at Birdwhistle's Tearoom last night?" "Yeah but I left before dessert"), he's on his knees, asking for dessert. He's looking up at you, his mouth stuffed, while you guide him and keep him focused with your hand on the back of his head. And you're drawing an audience...

Literally, these guys just can't wait to get to Loveless. The whole point of the trip was privacy, a pool, sauna, new friends, new experiences, but it looks like car head is inevitable, and that 2 night room guarantee deposit is non-refundable. Fuel is not cheap this year at 65 cents a gallon. And deposits, as it turns out, cum in all kinds of flavors

As these men are illustrating, pretty much anything goes at Aluminum City, Loveless Motel's trailer park next door to the motel. Several acres of pristine landscaping dotted by the most up to date Trailer Homes are the perfect location for your next party. Book a tin can today!

Loveless Motel is the favorite vacation spot of several high profile Hollywood Types who often arrive incognito, often checking in under pseudonyms. Mr. Biff McTosser is a recent example. Shown here, he executes the secret wave known to only some of those at Loveless Motel, which translated means, "Hi there - don't I know you from the Mauve Tavern?" Psycho Randy is beside himself...nearly passed out when Biff checked in.

Interns at Loveless Motel go through a rigorous training, often arriving at the property prior to the beginning of classes to seek out their fellow classmates. Study sessions can often be long and hard, but fulfilling and mutually beneficial as well. Cramming for exams is a time honored tradition, often carried out right in the conference rooms which are made available for any after hours cramming. Instructors often volunteer to lead, as all our instructors were once interns themselves, and therefore excellent crammers.

Spartacus was being played as a double feature with Psycho, and Randy (we call him Psycho Randy now), the day shift check-in desk clerk at Loveless Motel got so horny when he saw John Gavin sniffing that shirt that he stood up, zipper at half mast, and moved to the back row of the theater, where he says he got a blow job from a cute townie named Bobby, who swallows.

One of our favorite guests, an executive who hangs out at Loveless Motel whenever making money gets stressful, is inhouse this weekend entertaining a man whose taking a break from his sugardaddy. The anticipation of draining a well-formed mature man while he provides you with just the right amount of tactile stimulation can sure put you in the zone. If you fancy sex on the floor down on all fours, getting your hose drained at all hours of the day or night, while you give your accommodating buddy the helping hand he's been craving, call the front desk for some floormats - we're happy to oblige.

Weather forecast says it will be windy today, and that means on the beach at the lake at Loveless Motel. Nipples to the wind, gentlemen.

Find your groove at the beach on the lake at Loveless Motel

It's likely that Saturdays are busy check-in days. While you're waiting, you may wish to entertain yourself by exploring some of the retail shops off the lobby. For your convenience, the restroom is located down the first corridor to the right of the service desk

Lodgers staying at the Bunkhouse may encounter big sweaty ironmongers this weekend doing some work in service of a small detention center being built there. Work will be conducted between the hours of 10AM and 4PM. Loveless Motel has found it necessary to issue warnings as a first step, and then detain individuals who persist in hanging around the Laundry Room door, thereby endangering patrons, as a remedy. As a reminder, crowding around doors is a safety hazard and strictly forbidden.

The waiters are just a bit madcap after a long, busy weekend at Loveless Motel - these guys would love to toss your salad for you. Join them at the Malamute Saloon, on the first floor of the Bunkhouse.

These old reels were found in the trunk in the attic at Loveless Motel, and must have belonged to Edgar Loveless and Sinjin Birdwhistle, the cousins who built the original Loveless Lodge. This is private stuff, and must have been from their New York City days. Seems like role play isn't such a new thing. They must have been good pals with the cameraman.