The Todd Wristband limerick tells the tale of a super-hung, super-hot, super-butch top fucker with a voracious sexual appetite. While wrecking your hole he’d present you with a gift, a wristband he’d snap on you while pounding you into the wall. Seconds before he unloaded, he made you promise you’d wear the wristband so everyone would know you were his. One lucky bottom, who thought he’d immortalize Todd, wrote the limerick to honor the mysteriously disappeared, highly-sought after hung top.
There once was a young man named Todd.
He was rough and tough with his rod.
Hung thick like a horse.
He fucked with great force.
Then paint your insides with his wad.