Did, now I don't get any of that as far as I know as people could be talking behind my back, but this hardly affects me at all nowadays.
The kind I did suffer was vicious though, not the kind of blatant physical or verbal abuse that kids usually do. What I went through were mind games where the main focus was my low self-esteem, which usually is the focus. It would take the form of these poor blokes always teasing, in their conduct, the ambiguity of what was really meant in our interactions. They covertly kept a distance and acted, to some degree, the opposite of that. It was most obvious in how the subject was almost always me and very seldom them when we socialised, with emphasis on exploring my character to the extents you'd, as a person, rather keep to yourself.
I was an overly abmitious guy during this time, stupidly amibtious even, so pressure was put on me to prove myself and have me live up to these idiotic expectations I had of myself.
BUT HEY! Maybe I misunderstood them? Maybe they were really trying to be nice? Whatever the case I didn't take well to it and it was a very dark period in my life with suicidal thoughts and all that. In retrospect, my case definitely isn't the worst of cases in terms of consequences, for which I am glad.