I was hoping as this was written in 1968 that there would be less sex and more campy plot. Most hardcore stuff wasn't published until the seventies and a lot of late sixties material is full of innuendo only, which is fine for me as formulistic sex every 5 pages gets tiresome. What we have here is really the worst of both worlds. A pre-Stonewall plot with self-loathing homosexuals and boring repetitive sex. The plot, which is very sparse, concerns a young man who moves to the city of Pleasantville (!) to spend a summer of abandon. Every man he meets is only an excuse for sex and when he does fall in love it is instant and random and lasts for about 10 seconds culminating in many tears. One point for the cover art, and another for a party where they show film on a projector reel and worry about the fuzz interrupting them.