Young Tom Jefferson (yes, they have no shame), played by Sloan, checks into Room 316 of a shaky-walled fleabag hotel. The room has seen 50 years of hot gay sex, some of which we are lucky enough to catch. A ghost of some trick in the past starts to take to young Jefferson, showing him (and us) stories of gay men finding love, solace, affection, and sexual satisfaction over the decades. Beginning in the halcyon years of WWII, a Marine (Murphy) and a sailor (Slater), friends from home, re-unite on top of the bed. Aside from inaccurate period underwear (with holes, for godsake!) and a translucent condom (not then, folks), they do the contemporary fuck 'n' suck we know so well.

Then in the late '60s, a newly married couple check in; she takes enough time changing into her chunky undergarment for him (Nolan) to screw the bellboy, then he cums and he's too tired to do his husbandly duty. During the 1970's the room gets a facelift while a sleeping Latino (uncut Lamas) is fucked, then ripped-off by a naked cat-burglar with a facemask. We come forward to Jefferson being seduced by Slater's ghost materializing to leave him satisfied.

It's all pretty silly, but the coupling works and the sex is just fine. Ignore the acting, the crude editing and the slow pacing. Speed through those parts, and get to the effective action.