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Just hitting the shelves are 12 new titles at After Midnight Arcade, located off the lobby at Loveless Motel. It doesn't really open at midnight. You can go in there and drop quarters 24 hours a day, seven days a week, if you like. The spooge brigade is eager to clean up after you - those eager lads who have entered into the work release program after having been incarcerated in the Hoosegow for looking at a bartender cross-eyed, wearing a combination of a horizontally striped shirt with vertically striped pants, complaining about pubic hairs in the coleslaw at our restaurants - all of these types of infractions have lead to our ability to provide a spotless arcade environment for your prurient pleasure.* * We recognize that some of the infractions mentioned may seem a tad trivial, but when you consider the prospect of not having adequate help to do the menial tasks required by any business, signing a waiver exposing our lodgers to the slight risk of becoming conscripted is really a small matter compared to the possibility of wandering around in squalor while on vacation.

Opening weekend seems to have gone off without a hitch at Nutbush Campground at Loveless Motel. Many campers took the time to explore the trails, and Snap Wadmacher of Shutter Bug Camera Shop tagged along and got some great shots of our nature lovers' activities. Paying customers can expect to have their photos arrive in plain brown mailers soon, (with a return address of "Fishing Camp") to the addresses provided to the check-in desk upon registration. This, of course, may present a challenge for a few men, who upon receiving the news that their picture packs may fall into the hands of mothers or wives, can rest assured that if they choose instead to cancel their orders that their pictures will be sold in our shops to paying customers in order to recoup the cost of goods and Snap's time, and be part of the annual Big Book of Deadbeats sold during the holiday season here in the shops at Loveless Motel and by mail order via advertisements found in smutty magazines in arcades and adult book shops across the land.

Milky Way A well-worn path in a park or the woods known for cruising -1960s- "I visited the Milky Way last weekend and met this older guy who said he was rich and owned a yacht, but that his access to it was tied up in probate at the moment. So I let him suck my dick."

Loveless Motel's First Annual Cat Show is fast approaching, and guests have sent in photos of themselves and their entries. "Snap" Wadmacher of Shutter Bug Camera Shop will be photographing the event with his best feline buddy, Litterace', the piano playing wonder cat, who also doubles as Snap's assistant, whenever a smile is required from a subject. "Snap" received the cat as a gift some time ago from a grateful guest Lee, for services rendered, who faithful readers may remember filled in for Paul at Ticklers Lounge after the waffle iron incident. The exhibition will be held in the Footlight Fairies Cabaret venue, located off the lobby, which will be transformed into a small auditorium for the event. Excitement is building as word gets around about the names of several high profile previous guests who have told us they can't wait to flaunt their pussies in front of an audience. Guests entering the contest will be housed in a section of units in Aluminum City along Tin Can Alley, where several units have had carpet removed and tile laid down. The park-like setting of the area is perfect for exercising your pussy, night or day. A frequent guest, a well-known exhibitionist and practical joker has sent a photo of his "entry", but Nic the senior manager has called him, and good-naturedly thanked him for his effort, and to say that we recognize that his pussy has been photoshopped in - nice try. Nic told him that he is "open" to another kind of "entry" and asked Psycho Randy to hold all his calls for 20 minutes.

In a stunning development overnight, House Detective Harry Biggerstaff writes in his private journal that he has apprehended the jockstrap thief who has been plaguing The Bunkhouse for the past month, He recounts that he had decided to award himself some personal R and R at the Tubs on what he thought would be a slow night, which since assuming his position as Loveless Motel's hotel dick has been one of the perks he most enjoyed. Most of all, the ritual of slowly removing his clothes for any onlookers in the locker room, stowing his duds neatly away and producing from his old ditty bag, the container he was never without on a night he knew he would not be home, a toothbrush and his old worn jockstrap into which he changed, barely containing its contents; to walk around in it was a performance he relished, knowing it was like bait to anyone present, particularly to those shy voyeurs he could later approach. "I see you enjoyed watching me in the locker room" was an opening that took most men by surprise, but paid off in results just the same. And so this quiet evening was no exception. Though in the dark he couldn't quite see his stalker's features, he sensed someone was watching, and proceeded with his show. His next step as always was to walk through the hallway of private enclosures to see if any doors were open, to view any men pleasuring themselves or others, and in the absence of any obvious opportunities, head back to the locker area, slowly remove his jock, place it on a hook, stretching as he did so, for the added enjoyment of anyone watching, with his arms above his head and back arched so that his still-flaccid cock dangled momentarily before it began to come to life, and then he would turn to step into the nearby shower. This night, in the quiet semi-dark he could hear the squeak of another man's bare feet behind him as the hot water cascaded down his chest, his back to the hook on the wall, the water finding its way down his ass to the floor, making a splat sound as he soaped up. He's then startled as there's a deep intake of another man's breath with a snort sound, and whipping round, nearly loosing his balance on the wet tile, he sees a naked man with a jockstrap over his head, holding the crotch cup fabric to his nose with one hand , stroking his fist-wrapped meat with his other, while exhibiting the wide open eyes of one who's been caught red-handed. "It's YOU!" Blurting and dumbfounded, Harry stands there soaked and dripping as the man grins back, begins to chuckle out loud, and between chortles and guffaws, Dr. John Long manages to gush out "I confess!" To which Harry then says, barely containing his own upwelling laughter "I see you enjoyed watching me in the locker room!" TO BE CONTINUED....

Sleep in! You'll need it because weekends are exhausting for even the most fit among our guests at Loveless Motel. Don't forget that when you do decide to wake up, a healthy dose of protein and working up a sweat with a buddy always helps to get you going.

Since our recent request for applications to fill an urgent need for a house detective, several interesting candidates have sent in resumes, and a recent trip up into the attic resulted in finding another shoebox full of old pictures including some of our founders, Edgar Loveless and Sinjin Birdwhistle, apparently dressed up for a party or fancy dress affair as Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson. Our search is ongoing, but we share with you some of the more interesting photos we've received, including a few which have taken the moniker "Dick" quite literally, as well as some of those who've said they were less interested in the main job, but were interested in working "under the dick", which we take to mean as an intern. Or not

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.

Manager Will U. Bonus "If you plan to shoplift, let us know" Hard Tack General Store at Loveless Motel tells us they have just received a good quantity of freshly laundered jock straps and denim jeans in several sizes. Hard Tack specializes in used cowboy, denim, uniform and leather gear, often left behind by guests, consigned, or purchased in the local town. Our work-release program offers gainful employment to those errant men who have been released from the Hoosegow where they've spent time for breaking the rules of our establishment, and some of the gents acquire a work ethic and personal polish which allows them to graduate into our Certified Hustler program. Stop by Hard Tack General Store for the best in personal service and merchandise selection. Manager Will U. Bonus is eager to personally see to each customer's needs, and guides the progress of his work-release charges with a firm hand.

Our Certified Hustlers currently outnumber the number of guests, now that the Holiday Rush is over, and it's the perfect time to have your pick of one or more of these hard drivers who will ram your goals to the wall and make them stick, cramming home their full support and smashing any doubts that you might have that you chose the right thing to work on, over and over and over again. Call the front desk at Loveless Motel and pack your calendar today.

At Loveless Motel, the guy you eyed across the dancefloor last night is describing in detail how his morning is going. The party-line is hopping this morning, and there are even a few familiar voices. Nic, a senior manager, is also in on the fun. If your verbal skills are a bit rusty, or you're a bit of a novice, you can take Nic's class, held on any rainy Tuesday in the Grab-Basket Conference Room, entitled "Talking Dirty is My Second Most Favorite Anonymous Thing To Do"

Our Junior Manager, Taylor from Dallas, had to run into town for a few things for the office, and recognized several townies that have been seen at Loveless Motel recently, from business man types that stop into the Mauve Tavern, or gas station attendants and street food pretzel salesmen who pay 5 bucks to spend 12 hours at The Tubs at the Bunkhouse on a Saturday night/Sunday morning.

Happy Halloween from Loveless Motel!

If you get home and realize that you missed your opportunity to stock up on great underwear at Packaged Goods!, our men's undergarment shop located off the lobby, never fear. Just write to Loveless Motel and include a 10 cent stamp, and we'll send out our latest mail-order catalog.

Meet Napoleon Wadmacher the 3rd, known at Loveless as "Snap", shortened, apparently, from "Watch it! Here come's Nap!" Well known as Shutter Bug Camera Shop's Roving Photographer here at Loveless Motel, he helps our guests preserve their vacation memories. Here's a collection of some of your activities over the weekend, available at the shop for a reasonable cost. Unclaimed photos, as always, are available for public sale at a later date, collected and smartly bound in Corinthian leather into our annual coffee table book which makes a great Christmas or Hannukah gift.

Hump day survivors clean up at The Tubs, located in the Basement of the Bunkhouse at Loveless Motel

Some men have found out a secret about the lake - just around the bend from the beach there's an old abandoned commercial area - locals know it well. Loveless Motel is just full of surprises.

Dick Blunt, tobacconist extraordinaire at Loveless Motel, shares with us some of his private photo collection including a rotogravure of his two "uncles", Mr. Thaddeus B. Packin, and Mr. Peter S. Tirring, standing outside their photography studio, who met years back in the steam room of a gentlemen's club at which they were both members, in Kalamazoo, Michigan. Dick says they broke him in pretty good, and eventually fronted him the money for his first business venture as an agent for male circus performers, such as sword swallowers, muscle men, contortionists and the occasional geek.

Here we have an exterior shot of The Hoosegow - Loveless Motel's very own detention center, located in the Bunkhouse. Why is there a jail at a resort? As Sheriff Buck N. McBuff says, "Fuck around and find out" He says "Drunk guys do stupid shit and we have to mainly protect them from themselves, as well as others. If they land in detention, we feed 'em for free, and, well, they're usually not in there alone, if you get my drift. In fact", he goes on to day, "I swan some of them boys will get into fisticuffs just to get thrown in, for fun"

It's the perfect summer day at Loveless Motel. Get out of your room and explore the grounds. Take some sun screen, and get some exposure...

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

Hey Cowboy! Maybe we'll see you tonight at the Malamute Saloon in the Bunkhouse at Loveless Motel

From time to time, Loveless Motel plays host to great drag shows, from festive amateur nights to full-on balls, with well- known professional entertainers a mainstay in the Footlight Fairies Cabaret, located off the lobby.

That trunk up in the attic keeps providing added delights, every time we send an intern up there.

According to the numbers, Loveless Motel Saturday nights are worth the price of admission, whether you book a well-appointed room, or shack up over at The Bunkhouse. Call now and book before they're all gone. And don't be surprised if one of our friendly phone room guys asks you that stimulating question, "What are you wearing?" Extra rates may apply.