547. Javelin tossing - hitting an unexpected bone...

The Story of Nic - Part One

Randomly tossing javelins around at Nutbush Campground has recently become a thing - groups of men are showing up, and once they are settled into their campsites, are tippytoeing off to what ever meadow or field they can find to start pitching sticks at all kinds of things, in the absence of actual dick-swinging competitions.  They've landed in some pretty unlikely places, the most unlikely being a freshly excavated poop pit that has yet to have an outhouse erected on top of it. On approaching the pit, it was discovered that a javelin had actually pierced what appears to be a bone fragment.  Nearly empty of the water that had accumulated in the pit from last week's rain, the shifting dirt in the still muddy hole has revealed other pieces of bone jutting up from the settling soil.  While some of the men stuck their poles deeper into the hole to satisfy their curiosity, more level heads prevailed and they agreed to report their find. 

Bang Bengtsson, Loveless Motel's chief maintenance man,  out and about doing some infrastructure checks just happened by as the men were  discussing what needed to be done. He was able to hold their attention as he vividly described the process of notifying management, and the importance of following procedure right down to the last possible inch, while making sure no important details were left untouched, ensuring that the most important aspects of the situation were sufficiently uncovered while making it hard to dismiss anything obvious, keeping  the whole thing easy to swallow when the time came, holding back to the last possible moment. The group took the hint, followed his advice, and made sure everything was taken care of, exhausting every angle before contacting management.

Nic, the senior manager, impressed by the meticulous details the men had provided in the description of their activities thanks to Bang, has asked Harry Biggerstaff, the hotel dick, to look into the matter.  In their phone conversations about how to go about discerning what's going on, Nic, interrupting Harry's morning routine in a call before office hours, suggested the Dick ask some questions of the man who first reported the incident. "How big is the hole?  Would it be a tight fit to get into?  Does it need to be cleaned out before re-entering it?  Would one man working at the hole be able to bring about a desired result, or should a gang of men be sent to work on the hole?"  "I think I have the picture," Harry says to Nic, while trying not to roll his eyes at Nic's condescending advice. "I'll get right on the hole" Harry tells Nic, as he slides into his Tuesday morning intern guest.

To be continued....

542. Poolside - No holes barred

 

Today we're asking the musical question: If a cowboy pokes his head out of the pool, what would he expect his view to be at Loveless Motel?  Even though it's not quite summer, some gents are enjoying the crisp, clear water, and the sights and sounds of the approaching summer season.  You may arrive alone, but you won't be unpaired very long.  We expect to meet your expectations at Loveless Motel.

These two pulled into the parking lot with their radiator overheated, and once they got checked in, parked the car over at the Motor Pool for a quick once-over by our team of qualified mechanics, and headed directly for the pool.  Once you're checked in, you don't need a ticket - there's usually a free show poolside, anywhere you look. We're not quite done with the musical questions: is it no holes barred or no holds barred?  We're using holes, so to speak.

533. ¡Mi caballo es muy caliente!

Loveless Motel celebrates the rich diversity, culture and sabor of our guests - one of the gentlemen, Rod, in Room 222 asked for Snap Wadmacher to come in and do a photo shoot with some Cinco de Mayo props, and as luck would have it, Rod's a bit of a show off and has a sense of humor to boot. Vivid color and black and white film were used to capture the mood, hot horse cock and all.  Like Snap says, "What business goes on at Loveless is nobody's business but Loveless' business."

532.Road head reverie - the trip to Loveless

 

A few weeks ago we wrote to guests with confirmed reservations inviting them to keep a diary of pictures of their road trips down to Loveless Motel, including in the letter a coupon for 24 hour film developing at Shutter Bug Camera Shop, located off the lobby. That request paid off! We share with you here just a tip of the iceberg of results that we continue to get, and invite you, future and former guests, to send us pictures of yourselves on your way to see us. Whether you're in your driveway at the beginning of your trip, you have pulled over to a rest stop, found a deserted highway you heard might be interested, a public park in a town you passed through, or just stopped to get gas, we want to see you!

As a public service, we ask that you refrain from taking any pictures which may compromise your safety. Road head, while it is a well known travel delight, can be dangerous if the driver is the one receiving AND holding the camera, especially at that crucial moment that has your eyes rolling back in your head and you drop the camera, while your foot hits the accelerator pedal and you holler "MAMA!"

525. Sheriff Buck N. McBuff is no fool

These wholesome looking brother-fuckers are up to no good.  New to Loveless Motel, they'd seen flyers for Nutbush Campground and after calling to book ("Welcome to Loveless Motel - what are you wearing?")  they arrived on opening day with backpacks and are still exploring  and roughing it.  They'd heard that Loveless even has a detention center called The Hoosegow which actually houses rule-breakers and miscreants who get on the wrong side of the rules or otherwise annoy the on-site "sheriff". Tired of the great outdoors, out of money and not ready to go home, they're looking for a way to stay on management's dime. Further inquiries have led them to a fellow camper who produced a set of pictures he happened to be carrying with him, and shared reminiscences of his brief incarceration which happened as a result of  turning down a blowjob from an incognito Sheriff Buck N. McBuff, proprietor of said Hoosegow, because nobody, but nobody, says no to the Buckster. It rapidly got him a ticket to the clink, free food, drink and lodging!

 Needless to say the set of pictures have given the men ideas and with the aid of the ironmonger over at the Stables, they have constructed a set of iron bars, and are headed in the direction of the Hoosegow, carrying the 350 pound creation. gathering a following and receiving encouragement as they move back in the direction of civilization.  Their plan is to confront Sheriff Buck, and loudly proclaim outside the window for all to hear, that they wouldn't let Buck give them blow jobs if he were the last man on earth, and then dare him to incarcerate them. Surely that'll get them 5 berths in a cell!

What they don't know is that McBuff is no fool. The Hoosegow is full up and he doesn't have the space to keep these sunbaked yokels. He'll take that challenge, right in front of the Bunkhouse and the crazy campers will get their own set of photos of Buck reveling in an impromptu jizz-guzzling party, servicing each of them in turn, spurred on by a large and growing audience, and be sent back to Podunk with a free set of pictures, their 'nads drained and with smiles on their faces. Snap Wadmacher, ace photographer from Shutterbug Camera Shop, located off the lobby at Loveless Motel, can be on the scene in about two minutes. Don't let it ever be said that Sheriff Buck N. McBuff didn't get his men, one way or the other.