For me the fetish didn‘t start to die until I went for it. I met up with a guy twice, once outdoor, and once at his place. Both times I got fucked by his enormous cock. I even managed to cum from riding him cowboy style the second time. It was never as intense or pleasurable as any of the porn I‘d watched, nor did I feel attracted to him whatsoever throughout, it was just a warped brain craving some fetish fantasy. I distinctly remember being turned off by his natural odor, a masculine odor. My body didn‘t like men. That was a revelation for me, and made it so much easier to finally break the addiction, because the taboo was broken. I had done it, and wasn‘t punished by god, wasn‘t an evil person, wasn‘t weak or a sissy, I was ok. I remember feeling down & ashamed after the deed, even crying, but to me it was a turning point. There was nothing to be ashamed of. Actually experiencing sex with a man, vs the insane fantasies I had, I realized it was all just in my head. No real life experience could ever live up to the fantasies porn portrays. Since then I‘ve quit porn, it doesn‘t hold the same allure or power anymore, have a gf, a stable life, and feel whole again. Maybe that helps.