Back in 1966 I was just leaving school at 15 years old, I had a job to go into straight away which was pretty good. In that area it was a predominantly coal mining area, my mother and older siblings were 'evacuated' away from a major port, so I guess my options could have also included going to sea trawling for fish. Many here in the UK will have heard of the tragedies that were almost a regular occurrence at sea, it was never a real plan of mine. I didn't fancy coal mining either so I got a job in a bakery ! The downside to that job was having to be at work for 5 am, one of the positives was the produce I got to take home at 'cost price' such as a bread loaf because it was damaged, like a corner knocked off? (I wonder how that happened?).
There were so many good times that I had working there, the smells of food baking was so appetising. The first 'happy' event that happened to me was the 'initiation' that I had, ( I was previously warned by a good colleague), one morning just as I had changed into my whites (that's white trousers, white shirt & white apron) I was asked to go to the cake decoration area. That was slightly odd because I mainly worked on bread production. When I went into the room it looked odd that around 15 women were circled around the huge centre table/work bench, then I was suddenly aware that I was being lifted off my feet and made to lay on my back on the table. Then all I was aware off was a sea of females looking down onto me and laughing as lots of hands just took off all my clothing from my waist down. I couldn't struggle, even if I had wanted to, then I felt a sticky wet & cold moisture around my genitalia, I looked and saw small mountains of Jam all over me, the females massaged it in and then added fresh cream & handfuls of raisins & mixed fruit. More hands joined in as things became 'aroused' for me! Suddenly all the females vanished, I lay half naked with a vast mixed cream & Jam mess between my legs. Then a man came in and laughed, he flicked my erect penis with his finger & told me to just pull up my trousers & report to the bread ovens. That morning was sticky, wet, hot & a real lot of laughs.
That was 1966, I guess similar things would just never happen now. P.S. I never saw or was invited to a female initiation? I wonder what happened there, my brain makes its own pictures !