Submitted story - the difference between my body and my classmates

Reap to all. I was born in the south of Iran and my family had to move to another city because of the war. In elementary school, because my body was thinner than my other classmates, I always sat in a corner and looked at others for myself. At the age of XNUMX/XNUMX, I noticed that my breasts were growing. When I went to the pool or saw my friend, I felt a little different in my body. And my duodenum was very small. Even my father took me to the doctor several times, but they said that it was normal and he would mature late. As the months went by, my body grew bigger and my breasts got bigger and my biceps got smaller. This bothered me because I could not wear a T-shirt like the rest of my classmates or I could run like everyone else. Because every time I did this, I felt that the attention of others was drawn to me. The second guide was that my breasts were bigger and fit in my hands. No one paid much attention at home because my mother was a teacher and my father always worked. But one day our sports teacher took me to our classroom when the kids were on the football field and first started talking to me. Then he sat down next to me and put his hand on my forehead. He started explaining about becoming a man, what should I do if I want to be a man. I think it took me a few months to notice the difference in my body! He threw his right hand around my neck and started touching my right chest. But he kept talking. My breath was faster. I was afraid. I realized that his intentions were not good. But my tongue was locked and I could not say anything. I did whatever he wanted me to do. He told me to take off my clothes. I did not move when I was dry. I saw him take my old button and open it and take it under me. He glanced at me for a few seconds and told me to get up. I became too. I was so scared. She was constantly touching me and her hands and voice were shaking. He pulled my pants down and saw that my duodenum was a small bead, about the size of a palm kernel. But he told me that if I listened to him, everything would be fine. Then, as I was sitting and he was standing, he got very close to me and I felt that he was clinging to my arms. Then he said touch my pants! See how big mine is. I wanted to be beaten, I could not move. He took my hand and put his hesitation on his pants. It was very big and stiff. Then he took my hand from the pants and rubbed it on his hesitation. Then he sat behind me and I felt his hesitation in my waist. It was very big. He threw his hand from behind and rubbed my breasts. And they cling to each other. He played with my chest a lot. My nipples were enlarged and I kissed them regularly. Then he unzipped his pants and the big duo fell out of his pants. He took off his shirt from you. He grabbed my hands and spat on their shoes, then wrapped my arms around his hips. He waved his hands. There was nothing I could do. I was dry. Then he took my hesitation and played with it. And my breasts are licking. You shivered for less than a minute and all the water came out of it, which started pouring all over my chest. Well, he rubbed me and cleaned me with a handkerchief, and then he said, "You will die like this." Little by little, I realized that my body was different from other boys. My bones are thinner than the rest of my breasts, much larger than normal, and my duodenum is small; Very small. And from that moment on, I was harassed at school. Many things happened to me and my father was very interested in me. I will try to write to you again. This is not a story.